Sitting at the airport writing this morning’s email. 
Airports are such in-between places.

Everyone is in transit, neither here nor there. A near perfect liminal space, where the rules of life change, even just for a moment. 

I wonder of stability is not the exception and flux the standard? Reminds me of a quote, I can’t remember by who:

We are all falling, falling, falling, 
but luckily there is no ground to fall on. 

Get skin in the game, accept the flux. 

Pierre