Airports have always intrigued me.
It's one of those few sacred places where unabashed sobbing is permitted without the turn of a disapproving eye, and intense, public displays of intimate emotion is exhibited for all to see. The single tear glistening on a pink-kissed cheek, the wailing of children waving bye-bye as Daddy leaves for a business trip, and the near-cliche lovers' embrace that swoops the female from her feet, elevating her for just that single moment. Immensely powerful, solitary acts that, for that one second, convince you that no one else is there; no one else is watching, sharing this private moment.
They are fleeting events, and yet their power is undeniable. Ever notice when one of these such events occurs and amidst the sea of travelers, a part forms, passengers flowing around these exhibitionists, revealing this quick glimpse into a fraction of their lives. I love to watch it happen, almost as though it is an intricately choreographed dance. It happens in a fluid movement; pedestrians do not break stride as they move aside for the two.
There is no judgment here.
It's one of those few sacred places where unabashed sobbing is permitted without the turn of a disapproving eye, and intense, public displays of intimate emotion is exhibited for all to see. The single tear glistening on a pink-kissed cheek, the wailing of children waving bye-bye as Daddy leaves for a business trip, and the near-cliche lovers' embrace that swoops the female from her feet, elevating her for just that single moment. Immensely powerful, solitary acts that, for that one second, convince you that no one else is there; no one else is watching, sharing this private moment.
They are fleeting events, and yet their power is undeniable. Ever notice when one of these such events occurs and amidst the sea of travelers, a part forms, passengers flowing around these exhibitionists, revealing this quick glimpse into a fraction of their lives. I love to watch it happen, almost as though it is an intricately choreographed dance. It happens in a fluid movement; pedestrians do not break stride as they move aside for the two.
There is no judgment here.
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