Airports
There’s a special feeling an airport gives me, I think its the opportunity of where you can go. Flight travel is such an interesting luxury, in the modern world it is becoming more and more accessible to all, not to say it isn’t still expensive but how often do you find someone who has never flown before? That number is certainly dwarfed by the number who have.
Why is it that we always wake up at the crack of dawn to catch a flight? The lines, the unpredictability, or just because our dad’s say so. Either way it feels unnecessary but I suppose it is to try and gain some control in a place where you have none.
It almost feels like the airport is a place where time no longer exists. Everyone is jet legged and on different time zones, all feeling quite out of it. People sleep wherever they can find comfort, a mix of rushing and just cruising along. You have to relinquish all your power and control at the airport, you are on the airlines clock.
I write this amongst others in the Atlanta airport, waiting here after our flight that should have left at 6:30 in the morning is now leaving at noon. Certainly frustrating but again what a luxury, I will be across America in a movies length, I think I can suffer the extra 5 hours.
Reed Wynn