Moths in Flight
Walking on the concourse, with security in my rearview, I make way for an early breakfast. A sandwich and a Dramamine later, I'm waiting at the gate and all I can think is, “How many socks did I pack? Did I pack my toothbrush? What’s the name of the hotel? Where’s my itinerary?” This is when it feels real - sitting in the sunlight shining through the huge windows at Detroit Metro Airport. It feels like the best day ever. It’s a flight day. Here in the airport, it's busy and empty at the same...