Everytime I go to an airport, I feel like I'm witnessing something that cannot be described, something so intangible, yet so palpable. Maybe this is the work of my observative nature, but if you have ever people-watched (no creepiness) at an airport, you will know what I mean. There is something magical when people are reunited at the airport, like a moment of absolute happiness and pure love. The son and daughter returning home from college; the business man who has a business trip every 2 months; the traveller who seeks to explore the world, but cannot call anywhere else home but home itself; the grandparents flying in for their grand-daughter's wedding; the hopeless lover who travelled across the earth to chase the one he loves; the mother who had to leave her kids to care for her sick parents. When you reach the terminal, as you bend the last corner into sight, you are received by the people who love you the most. The ones that care enough to wait in the terminal as the digital board flashes 'delay;' the ones that love you enough to greet you with watery eyes and a smile; the ones that are excited enough to crowd around the railing to wait for you to turn the corner with your luggage in tow. Those are the people who love you the most, those are the people who will wait and anticipate for your arrival, those are the people who cannot contain their happiness when they see your face. So who will wait for you at the terminal when you get back?
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i like this one. i feel a different energy when i go to airports too. everyone is burning in anticipation of going somewhere new or returning back to familiarity.
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