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Somewhere in the World at 8 a.m.

waiting in the lounge A

I said it to her repeatedly: It’s morning already, my dear, not 2 a.m. She really didn’t listen. She was all set to hug the pillows, but instead she was sitting somewhat upright in an airport lounge, absent-mindedly observing the world go by. People of all colors, all denominations and from all corners of the world crossing paths briefly. The espresso machine was humming non-stop, singing its global song: wake up, it’s morning already.

That was of course true for some people, but I understood that for her it was still night, the Hour of the Wolf was slowly approaching. And yet for others, it was already late afternoon or even dinner time. That might have explained the gradual decrease in the liquid levels of the fine wine bottles on the drink counter, even when the clock on the wall showed 8 in the morning. Serve yourself – whatever your internal clock calls for. Her clock didn’t call for anything but sleep. But I was not in the position to serve her that, so I served her espresso and water. Over and over again.

lounge work space

A small minority of people clearly had slept in a bed that night, whether their own or someone else’s. Shower fresh and clear-eyed they rushed in and sat on the office chairs in front of the computer screens or plugged in their own gadgets in the little work cubicles. Doing some last-minute preps before meetings in another city while complementing their hasty breakfast with new selections. That seemed practical for the short-haulers, who were mostly, but not entirely, men.

modern lounge bath room

For the many long-haulers like her, it was good that the lounge had some facilities. This particular one was fresh and boasted modern sleek designs. She was not really able to appreciate the quite spectacular avant-gardisim, but I noticed she woke up a little bit after splashing cold water on her face. It’s morning already, I repeated, you can have more coffee.

airport lounge 3_edited-1

She had many more hours to kill and I noticed she was secretly dreaming of reclining lounge chairs, something like the La-Z-Boy design. She dozed off several times in the modern but uncomfortable leather chair. Her eyes shut and her head fell forward. Then she startled and woke up again a little. Repeat.

Every time she woke up, her neighbors had changed. Now a young couple spoke Hindi in the row behind her, a middle-aged man paced back and forth in front of her and had an argument in French on his cell phone, and yet another couple to her left spoke quietly in Arabic. Someone to her right snored loudly. She could hear an assortment of languages around her, some familiar some not. The world was adequately represented. And right there it appeared surprisingly peaceful. She could doze off once more. And I let her, somewhere in the world, at 8 a.m.

Blog Around The Clock

I can’t believe it’s only been about nine months since I started blogging. So now I’m just a new-born blogger. I can make myself heard, not very articulately, but heard. And I’m definitely not yet able to run with it.

I remember looking at the map that shows “live” Word Press activity around the globe at any given time. I was fascinated by the blinking dots and squares and wrote a poem (slightly reworked below) about this amazing community.

But I had no idea how amazing. I knew very little about the enormous diversity and richness of what is created on a daily basis by the blogging community.  I didn’t expect to find the wide variety of offerings from factual information, entertainment, helpful advice, inspiration, encouragement to art in all possible forms – and everything in between – published by fellow bloggers.

Still, probably the most marvelous of all my discoveries in the blogging world is the strong sense of community that gradually develops through interactions, and the virtual friendships that make the world feel much smaller, much friendlier and more connected. So here’s to all my friends, followers, visitors and this fantastic community –  63, 444,826 bloggers strong as of this afternoon! From my heart to yours. Peace.

Blog Around the Clock

Who are these people? I ask you.

Two in the morning in London, three in Rome, four in Nairobi. Posting, liking, commenting. Blinking dots on the map. When do they ever sleep? White, yellow, green.  Click, click, dot, square, dot!  

Good morning Jakarta. What’s the time in Hong Kong, Tokyo?  Aren’t they at work, in daycare, at the gym, in the park, at the mall, in school, at the doctor’s or just busy retiring?

Doing something, I mean.

Prime time in the Americas. Six or ten p.m. – you choose.  Sharing, uploading, following.  Blinking dots on the map. Time to cook dinner, read bedtime stories? White, yellow, green. Click, click, dot, square, dot!

Good evening Atlanta. Going to movies, playing pool, painting toe nails in five different colors? Taking karate lessons (whoz-whoz), meditating or just hanging around?

Doing something, I mean.

It’s me you say. I’m a blogger. Just like you. I like you. Follow me. White, yellow, green. Click, click, dot, square, dot!

This is us, you say, doing something together.