Siting in the airport que and forgot my book that I sometimes read to pass the time. Instead, observing the que parking lot activity. Drivers sure are busy: Washing windows, checking oil, smoking a cigarette or two, bare feet out the driver's side window (ugh!) taking a nap. Dirt and dust swirling all around; litter, trash, and garbage blowing like tumble weeds. Temp over 85 that day. Ten planes land and no decrease in the Lyft drivers ahead of me. I'm bored. Then...there! Across the lot! I see it unfold! There's a romance taking bloom. "Ain't love grand?" I say to no one and then burst out laughing. "I need to get out of the house more often," I think to myself.