I feel compeled to record what I see.

Sitting across from us is a girl with tattoos that have some sweet shading work and detail. Down the row, a nervous girl plays with headphones, but doesn't listen. A mom with two young girls cuddles with them on the floor in the corner. All the older folks are reading. A guy with two leg braces has been standng talking on the phone for a half hour.

Diana is knitting. I'm blogging. That is all.