All you have to do is fly

All you have to do is fly

Standing in line at the security gate I’ve realized something… this place is filled with happiness and sadness…. directly in front of me is a lady in a snazzy car print dress who is beaming with excitement… she’s on her way to New York fashion week… behind me a young girl is trying to hide her sobs while her father and mother watch from afar as she walk further away from them. I’m mere hours away from land in Toronto, but this time I am heading back to surprise Rob. He’s having this big industry party and is pretty bummed that I’m “not” gonna make it. And I might not yet…. in taking the train to Pickering…. alone. In Toronto…. saints protect me!