Airport Stations, Hearts, and Growth.

It always gets me what picking up or taking people to the airport does to you, or to me at least.

Like the way you hug a friend visiting when you pick them up at the airport. & the way that hug changes when you take them back to to the station to leave you again. The way our hearts grow more intimate towards one another by each conversation, each laugh, each interaction.

I have dear friends in Minnesota who once came to visit California for the first time. That trip changed me. That trip changed them. Nine days and our hug went from an excited, buzzy slam, to a grip that seemed would never be able to be released. Our hearts were grown towards eachother, in the kind of way you would love to get used to. To be able to see eachother everyday, by the drop of a phone call.

& that growth is revealed abruptly upon taking dear friends and hearts to the airport station to leave you. But it is in that bittersweet pull of your stomach that the growth is seen & touches us. The rememberance of the glorious week & that longing for more glorious weeks like that one in the future.

I guess what they say is true, distance really does make the heart grow fonder.


Danielle Nicole.