There is something about being in an airport. A certain sense of freedom. A definite ache of loneliness. Overall though, you are here but you are also elsewhere. In this continually moving village of those who come and go. And in the end, your journey, apart of all these journies that are coming and going, deserves the admission that all of us are all involved in this same completely unknown but still all-important journey.
Step.
-Remoy