Kindred Spirits

Waiting at the airport...I am indulging myself in this soliloquy...amid the cacophony of mindless chatter around me...I see this lonesome soul indulging himself in his own mental meanderings as well...a kindred spirit...albeit this senior guy has pen and paper...and I am puttering away on an iPad...I look at him....and we both realize we are both putting form to our thoughts...his wrinkled eyes smile...and he utters the query 'blogging?'.....I just smile...and I ask "journaling?"...time has resulted in the high speed whiz of technology....we see iPods...iPhones...Macs...Blackberries....people say "times have changed"...I say nay to that...nothing has changed...the means may have...but the intent never will...i see the glint in his eyes...seemingly imparting the same thoughts...we both pause and ponder...savoring our thoughts....then we are both interrupted by an announcement over the airport speakers...and the moment is gone....I am back with my fingers pitter-pattering my touch-screen and he is back scribbling with his pen...blogging....journaling...journaling...blogging...typing jumbled lines from my 'jumbled' brain :)