Watching the people. Everyone seems to have lowered their guard more than normal, and many have totally dropped them.
I wonder if it’s because an airport is such a protected and monitored place, so it feels safe to drop it.
I like walking through the crowds, thinking about how I’m so close to all these different people, and I will never see them again.
Maybe we even bumped into one another, exchanged words and a smile, then nothing ever more guaranteed.
You know the saying, “want to see someone’s true colours? Add stress”. Many people find travelling stressful, so that’s usually entertaining.
There’s the most delicious airport food, able to be eaten one-handed.
And I figure if I’m in an airport, I must be up to something good.
Always have loved airports.
Here’s the blog section.
Pretty good wingtip photo eh.
