Airports

Airports are somewhat of a fantasy of mine. I long to venture to one and pretend that I am about to escape to a new land, to new smells, sounds, tastes. I want to watch people embarking on new journies. I have a facination with people, I can never help but ponder about them. Where are they going? Are the making making beginnings, or returning home? Are they going after a loved one, or are they running away from fears? When they get to their destination, will they be greeted by kind eyes, or will they be alone?

I want to sit there with a friend and talk about the places where we could go, the places we most want to discover.