Domestic

Sitting in a bar at 8 AM. Half asleep, sipping coffee, eating a sandwich and browsing through conservative right-wing news. The weirded the better — to know the enemy, of course. I’m a liberal, I proclaimed to my missus the other day. Are you?, she quipped and let me wonder.

Sipping coffee and waiting for my flight. The first one since the turmoil started a year and a half back. A foreign country, a small airport, one of two daily scheduled domestic flights. It’s quiet but it feels normal. Espresso, chitchat, people glued to their screens. Wouldn’t it be for a face mask, it’d be easy to forget what’s been going on.

An airplane taxis to the gate. Let’s go, we’re back in business.