Waiting at terminal 2
I don’t have anything new to say about airports. It’s a curious feeling to be stationed here with so many different people, likewise present and transient. Each time I am here, I am packed with anticipation, hope and love.
Airports for me have become holding terminals of our relationship. Wherever my destination, they bring me home to Rusty. These same plastic shops, polished smiles, the ragged travellers with bags and busy looks - they are the witnesses to this love; the travelator the aisle I must walk to meet my groom.