There’s
something about airports.
The
feeling of being surrounded by countless lives so drastically different from
your own. But just as vivid, just as complex. The feeling that all those
unknown faces and anonymous names have gathered in a single space. Snippets of
conversations drift into your ears, images of people you’ve never seen before
and will never see again. And yet your paths happened to cross.
You sit in
a seat whose comfort is deceiving, another traveller an inch away from both of
your arms. You got the armrest. You’re close enough to see the swell of their
chest with every breath. Your finger glides over the seam of your wallet, tempted
to buy overpriced items that you never otherwise would. Airports with waiting
halls that require no necessity for distraction, no constant page flipping or
social media scrolling. For once it becomes enough to sit and sip lukewarm coffee
from a polystyrene cup, eyes flickering from side to side. Watching other lives
being lived.
It’s
electric.
Walls
that have watched, toilet seats that have felt more than most. Every battered
suitcase its own level of stuffed, wheels sliding over floors that have licked
the sole of every shoe, halls that have heard the sincerest of goodbyes and the
most heartfelt of hellos.
On your
left, or right depending on the mood, light cascades through larger-than-life
windows. Views of planes waiting to take off to destinations of which you may
have never heard, places you might not ever get the chance to visit. Pilots
that perform under the pressure of countless lives on their shoulders, air
hostesses that purse their lips together in a failed effort to hide the pain of
their uniforms digging into their chests.
Lean back
in your fake leather chair and take a second. Just watch.
Watch the
frequent flyers with their spotless suits and ties, the ones that can navigate
through the airport with their eyes closed. Sometimes, early in the mornings,
they do. Watch the picture perfect family ready for a holiday – sunhats already
unique to the shapes of their heads. Watch the frantic duty free shoppers and
the young, sun-kissed couples ready to conquer the world – together.
Together.
Just for a while.
Before,
within an hour or two, everyone will evaporate into their own separate directions.
And the lives that lived around you will grow all the more vivid, all the more
complex. As will yours.
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