Yesterday I went to JFK airport to pick up some friends from Costa Rica. They brought me back a souvenir so, no complaints here. I also got some Costa Rican money (.........).
The airport was so huge, and the planes...wow. Somehow a pigeon got inside the terminal and all the 'locals' were freaking out but the foreigners didn't seem to find this strange at all.
It took us a month just to find our luggage and I didn't know so I kinda was...chewing on our parking ticket, so when it was time to hand it over the lady at the booth was looking at me like '?'...Anyway I cant wait to here all the stories they have, it seems that the only thing people do when they go to Costa Rica is surf ( and Costa Rican surfers don't like Hawaiian surfers)
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
