Listening to the Donnas and The Muffs on Pandora,  while I wait for an alternate flight. Reno airport requires the pilot to  nose dive onto the runway. “Cancelled” in bright red on the board because 24 mph winds. This is a first and been so lucky all this time.  I thank Tongan ticket counter guy  and tell him “I love you” in Samoan. That is how I found out he’s not. “You’re not wearing a ta ovala” we laff I get an upgrade.  Passing thru security I often  wear an airport outfit for ease and use a square scarf as a top that later doubles as cover up, blanket or pillow. This time while flying from Las Vegas Nevada to Long Beach California I was told to “take it off” sheehs! Okay.  That’s it I’m getting the TSA pass. Finally homegirl recognizes my situation and comes to my aid. I have passed  thru many a security and not asked to alter my outfit. I love hearing these words but situations may  vary.  It pays to be nice and compliant. Ziajian.

YOUR  TINY HANDS BRING RELIEF.  I AM BOTH QUIET AND REFLECTIVE, ANTICIPATING RELIEF FROM HOLDING BACK AND HOLDING IN.  WE MAY NOT SPEAK EACH OTHERS LANGUAGE BUT I FOLLOW YOU AND ASSUME.  WE LISTEN TO THE OTHERS WHO COMPLAIN AND THOSE WHO SNORE.  MY ARM REST ON YOUR TINY LEG AS THE MUSIC WAFTS MUCH LIKE SCENT OF BLOSSOM BALMS AND OILS USED TO INFUSE THE NOTION THAT KNOTS WILL UNTIE.  YOU ARE DECEPTIVELY STRONG AND TIME IS CAPTURED PERFECTLY.  A DEEP  SIGH TO INDICATE HOW GRATEFUL I AM IN THIS MOMENT IN TIME.  AND SOMETIMES I WISH THIS WOULD NEVER END BUT ALAS IT DOES.