Now, whenever I can, I go early for my flights and confuse my taxi drivers by asking them to drop me off at Arrivals. I pick up a drink and a magazine for the lulls, put on my headphones—Explosions in the Sky works well—and I watch people begin again. I watch them come off their long flights and I see their tired faces light up, their hearts explode, their knees buckle, their eyes close. Sometimes I want to ask them what they mean to each other, but most of the time it’s not hard to tell. Every time I see emotions so familiar in the faces of strangers, I’m rescued from today, from all our modern sins and plagues, again and again and again, brought back to those moments in my own life when I knew in my chest that everything would be okay.