Landed in LA a couple hours ago. My luggage is an Aldi shopping bag that fits the criteria for free and can easily fit my shit for three days. I dropped the bag at the hotel and walked toward the first taco tent I could find.
The area I’m staying is in the middle of the airport industrial shit. I marched forcefully down the sidewalk like I might grab the day right out of itself and wear it like a shawl.
I sat on a plastic bin set up for seating next to the taco grill. The whole setup was under two blue pop-up tents that billowed lightly in the breeze. I stretched that moment until it snapped. For that moment it was perfect. I might catch one more before I fly back, but more than likely I won’t.