Perfect setting...

Gray Sunday afternoon. Delayed Denver flight. My favorite music plugged in my ears. Wait, I just shifted one seat left for a better view of the runway. Perfect setting for me to do one of the things I like doing most...

The sun is playing games. Appears every once in a while and then not. May be its the passing clouds. It looks like I am taking the isolated thunderstorms with me to Denver, at least according to weather.com.

I'm wondering if this is the time most airport stalls make most money, when flights get delayed. A couple is digging into their slices of cheese pizza, a girl seems to like her pretzel and diet coke combo, a lady just cleaned up a large portion of french fries and my neighbour just came back with more coffee.

An US air express flight has just taken off and I turn my gaze back into the crowd to check on the two best looking women I've seen in the waiting area so far. One is seated straight ahead of me, albeit a clear 4 or 5 rows away and the other is standing in sort of a line that is expectantly forming to my far left. It's good to know the positions haven't changed in a while. That means only 3 stops for my head in every round, runway to the right, straight up ahead and extreme left. I like to keep life simple.

What happens now if I get up to go to the men's room? I am sure to lose my vantage position, for it is an overcrowded waiting area. However, everything else will remain the same. I will still have my favorite music in my ears and I will still be writing this, thanks to technology and my Bold Blackberry.

I like the walk. But the man driving the cart for the old doesn't. Apparently he was screaming his head off for me to get out of his way but I didn't hear a thing, thanks to my music. But he worked around me and the nice lady on the cart gently pointed out to me what happened, so all is well.

I'm back but my vantage seat is gone. The good news is my flight is now at the gate and the incoming passengers are getting off. The lady at the podium just said we are going to be boarding soon. But I am in no hurry. I only have my back pack and I was lucky to get an aisle seat in front of the aircraft so I can literally amble in as the last passenger with nothing to worry.

I found a seat. The only view I retained is the runway, but who knows who's's going to be sitting next to whom on this plane! The sun just peeked and this time I'm directly in its path. That one moment of sunshine was refreshing, but I'm now back to the gray.

People are getting more anxious. Some are texting and emailing their dear ones to let them know they are delayed, some are even waving their boarding passes at the lady at the podium, lest something change and they be denied going to Denver. It's confusing enough that the sign above now shows the flight to Durham 2 hours hence. I confirmed that we are still on for Denver. Status quo, only more anxiety.

The music gets better. I love the song titles that start with T on my blackberry. 1st boarding call for all passengers needing assistance. I'm surprised I even heard the call because I am now on full volume listening to my favorite AR Rahman song ever.

The rustle begins. People are now walking down the ramp and more gathering near the podium. Some lights are now on outside. The gray will soon turn black. I'm trying to think how it will be when I land in Denver 4 hours from now. British Airways from London just landed. And everyone to my right just stood up completely blocking my view of the runway.

I could do this all day long. Especially on a day like this. But the waiting area is now clearing fast and the crowd down the ramp increasing. I got to walk lest I intend to go back home. I know my wife will be thrilled if I do but my boss won't. Tough choices people. Life's full of those.

So adios. Sayonara. Or whatever. As another lovely song pipes through my ears. And before I lose connectivity.

What? You want me to walk to my seat still typing this so you can find out who's sitting next to me? Read my next one my friend. Coming soon...