A canceled flight. Waiting in line. Waiting in limbo. A suspended state of being. Neither here nor there. So many people lost in there phones. Searching for new connections.
Rerouting. The man working the counter forces a smile as the dispenser spits out a new ticket; dispersing patrons this way and that. Planes roar into flight. And settle in at 30 000 feet. Another state of suspension.
The workers on break spiral into seats heads down diving into their phones. So eager to be anywhere but here.
Now a missed flight and another night in an unfamiliar city. State of limbo… the 51st state.