Friday, 21 June 2013


Airports are strange places.

There is always someone in a hurry to get from one place to the next. Those who leave it to the last moment in a blind panic that they can't get to the next place because they have to wait to be processed before moving on. Or worse get to the boarding gate to find they missed their flight and then jump up and down creating a scene.

On the other hand there are those who are super early and have the time to sit back to watch the maddening pace around them. There are others who have suddenly so much time and few distractions they can get on and read that book they have put off reading for a long time. Others who find a place to curl up and sleep because no-one gets the opportunity on the plane.

Airports are like a bubble that you are trapped in. Given a glimpse of the outside world through shiny glass. You can't hear the birds, feel the wind on your face or even dig up the dirt! They are sterile and clean, polished and shiny, loud and cavernous but mostly grey!

Clean, large and Grey

Even the tarmac is grey
Of course they are the link to get you to your final destination so worth tolerating for 10 hrs... I think? I like the excitement you feel being at an airport but I think I can wait a while before having to return again. What do you think about airports?

No comments:

Post a Comment