Damn, how did i let that happen? I’d forgotten how much i love travelling… And i’ve hardly even started yet.
Waiting in a cafe for boarding time, overlooking the taxiways, brings back so many memories, journeys to a bright new future. This isn’t one of those, of course, but the memories are there, the dreams, the anticipation, the feeling of tiredness even before the jetlag kicks in.
‘please wait’. No gate yet. Its rush and pause alternating. There’s an air of urgency all around, people late for their flight, not knowing what they are doing or where they are going. And there’s waiting. Watching. Feeling. Dreaming.
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