You’re at the airport, your flight is delayed for six more hours, and none of your electronic devices is working. How do you pass the time?
These days, in addition to my iPhone and even my Kindle paperwhite, there’s a hand-bound leather journal and a pen in my purse. Just what I need if all the batteries run out on all my electronic devices and I’ve got at least six hours to kill.
Besides watching people walk by, and planes as they land and take off in the distance, I like to write poetry in my journal, and sometimes I also sketch. There are slips of paper in between the pages, as well as photographs, mostly of the muse, to remind me of why I write sometimes, or what I’d like to capture when he or she comes to visit again. There are cards from people I know, some of them a nice surprise when I received them, and others, with some sentiment attached to them. There are also a few sheets of stationary and envelopes just in case I want to write a letter to someone, and even some stamps, both local and international.
With my journal at hand, all I need to do is find somewhere comfortable to situate myself in, whether on a chair or on the floor – maybe with a cup of coffee by my side and a croissant, too – where for the next six or so hours, I can lose myself in the many worlds I create. And before I know it, they’ll be calling out my flight number and gate, and I’ll shut the world back into the journal till I find myself inside the plane and let them loose once again.