I love watching the business travels unwind, a woman hanging a stiletto from her toe while the heel bounces and her heart races in the presence of a well-dressed man with two hours to kill in flirtation.

I love watching the littles trail behind their parents who carry pillow pets and mini pink plastic backpacks and creased lines on their foreheads.

I love watching the international first-timers, often paralyzed with fear, as their first experience of Americans startle and shock their more simple knowings, and I wonder if they regret the leap of faith they must have taken to cross the waters and land in this land.

I love watching myself open, gaze, settle, surrender into the flow of movement and momentum and only chances as I ask for what I want and put it all on the line with a one-time encounter with a woman I admire or a man I’m instantly infatuated with.

I love watching life unfold within the glass and steel and marble and plastic and invisible technology waves beaming through the air…

I love watching.

Because I love being watched.

I love being a part of the whole.

As I, so very much, am a necessary part of the whole of this crazy beautiful life on earth right now.

So are you.

Come fly with me?