The prosaics of travel

Today is the day I leave for Seattle, the first leg of my trip. Or rather, try to leave. I can now be counted among the living dead that haunt the airports in search of a rescheduled flight. Somewhere along my flight path, the weather interfered, my first flight was cancelled, and so I have to wait for a later flight not through Minneapolis, but through Atlanta. Usually you can count on that city to be relatively weather proof, but I think today even Atlanta is part of this winter's cauldron that is brewing storms all over the USA. There is no snow there, but it is cold.
Across from me is a mother and daughter enjoying a retelling of a funny story about when her daughter was lost as a child, so they seem to be making the most of the 'lost' time waiting. Others calculate the extra distances they may need to drive if rerouted to a different airport. A businessman, immaculately dressed, has an uplifting conversation, ending it with a huge smile. A marine waits to go home perhaps, or off to his next assignment. Boarding announcements for the lucky ones. Reading, iphoning, ipodding,blogging, daydreaming, sipping coffee, for the rest of us.
An airport worker walks out of the elevator "...We're going to get more snow next week, a big one this time..."
Enough snow!