I await a client in the baggage area and remember some times I waited for transport. I wonder how many times I lingered between busses in Redding at 2am many years ago and countless times at busstops in town. A waiting area is a living room for the homeless. A home is a waiting area for the living. I'm abiding here before transport to my last journey or the beginning of a new one beyond all these waiting areas. My client has been delayed and our meeting postponed. I hope we won't have to stay here too long. I stop for a short rest and worry about the weather.