airports are exciting places, but so, so lonely
all those people rushing away, some with tearstained cheeks and the memory of a last hand-clasp reflected in their eyes. some with glad anticipation rushing towards the unknown, not knowing that when they return everything will have changed, everyone will have moved out of sync
and they will spend days wondering where it all went, in that interval between the flickering of the departure boards.
and some coming back to the one place on earth where time stands still; for a few fleeting moments, their happiness radiates through the frenetic jumble of sound and human activity and you stand there in that wide open cacophonous space, wondering how they got to that place and whether you and your luggage trolley will ever arrive in that magical destination that appears on no man-made departure boards.
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