Thanksgiving On An Island Day 1

A day of travel that starts at 4am is always a bit outside my comfort zone.
Waking up before the sun does, getting to the airport before the sun is out, and seeing it rising from the plane - all give me the immediate sense of being in a time loop.
But we're here on the plane, headed somewhere. I pat myself for a job well done getting up in time for such an early flight, and then I disappear into my video games and my senseless TV watching. Before long - we land. 
And then we have the 'honor' of spending three plus hours waiting for our next flight, in the unique world of an airport. I have my laptop with me, I continue my work, writing my script in some airport coffee shop, and disappearing into it... until a stern sharp female voice stops me in my tracks: a mother is disciplining her eleven year old girl in a cruel and judgmental way. I cringe to the sharp tones and cruel demeanor. I stare at the mother, quietly judging, and partially feeling ashamed because 'how dare I pass judgment on a mother, any mother, when I am not a parent myself. But I judge nonetheless, and am also filled with empathy to the daughter who clearly just wants to be seen and acknowledged. And then they leave. The woman with her careless 'I don't care what you think of me' attitude (that I gotta admit, I also respect), and the daughter with her puffy eyes and head tilted down. I know that girl. I feel that girl. I love that girl.
Time has returned again and I find myself on another plane. A deja vu of sorts. 
And then I land. WE land and make our way to the island.
​It's nighttime so we can't see the ocean but we can hear it. We feel it. We love it. We crawl into our airbnb beds and disappear into our dreams.
Tomorrow we'll wake up on the island.