Invitation

An airport is a space where parallel realities and clear intentions mix. Footsteps sing a non-uniform rhythm while chattering mixes which reminds me of the sound pattern that tropical birds paint in the dense green woods. The rhythmic banging of case rolls in the tile seams in tune with the accompanying feet. Just like a slow, eternal dance. To me it’s a friendly place, the gateway to the geographical limits of our world. I sit at ease with my eyes closed resting in my comfortable airport chair about to take off.