on my way out...

At IAH:
A man on the tram smiles at me and asks: “are you always this happy?”
“I try to be,” I reply.
The journey has started. This is full on B.C. ya’ll (bliss consciousness.) Now! In the present. The universe is erupting inside of me. All I feel is joy.
From the tram, I have just enough time to grab a tea and some water, then make it to gate C40. By this point, my green tea will be properly brewed with the perfect balance of sweet and bitter. Time can be counted by tea strength. Tea strength can be counted with time. I will then have 12 minutes to write, people watch and breathe deeply prior to boarding. I call this perfection.