The loneliest airport

I love to travel and I love the airport. And as much as I enjoy blending in to chaos of a busy airport, watching all the people and feeling like I’m spying in plain sight, there’s something about being there in the middle of the night too. We showed up for a midnight arrival of my parents and were struck by the feeling of suspension in this false environment: neither here nor there.

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