An Unexpected Paradise

by Chelsea Curto

She’s the day. Sunshine. Brightness. All-encompassing warmth. Lending a hand wherever needed. Someone people look to for solace, joy and comfort. I’m the night. Colder. Darker. Uninviting. Someone people rarely offer more than a passing second or two of attention to, eagerly searching for the bright colors of a new dawn.

Airports are a lawless place. Where else in the world can you find one person drinking a coffee, sitting next to a person eating a cheeseburger, beside a person chugging a Bud Light at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday? And none of them are wrong.