Contemplation at an airport

After the last month of relentless activity (Thai Night, conference paper writing, multiple trips to Norfolk, Dorset and London, and temple celebrations), I now sit in Birmingham Airport with absolutely nothing to do. I cannot remember being this calm for a long time, not even whilst drinking the many cups of tea that have granted my safe passage through the mayhem to this current moment. On reflection, I probably took on too many commitments, but I am sure this will always be the case however little I plan to do. This ego absorbs desire for pleasure and entertainment like a sponge and this mind is not yet strong enough to squeeze it dry. It is dry and empty now, ready to absorb whatever Dubai and Thailand will offer it.