Two travelers, one departure board. Only one of them is winning.

Two travelers, one departure board. The flight out of Doha slipped two hours, then five, then it was gone. At the gate a long night was just beginning. In the lounge mine was quietly getting better. When the airline offered two complimentary hotels, I did not pick between them; I asked Copernicus one question, and the answer sent me to a 32nd-floor suite over a city that does not stop glittering. Coffee and dessert on room service. Breakfast on the 50th floor. A pool by eight in the morning, already ninety-nine degrees. The delay was never the story. What you do with it is. Travel like a Bause.