A Quiet Breath

i spent my evening sitting in the viewing gallery of the airport, admiring the scenic sunset and relishing in the solitude of the nightfall. the sky was clear, as if the stars and the moon has shied away from the airplane as it made a thunderous departure. my surrounding reeked of loneliness, as many strangers stood leaning against the railings and looking blankly ahead; the glass cruelly separated us from the runway below.

i began to wonder where these people came from, and what drew them to this quiet spot, only to have the question thrown back at myself. i didnt know why i was there, but i knew i was contented in my place. my anonymity allowed me to blend perfectly into the background, and protected me from any judgment.

the sight of people leaving the country pleased my senses, as much as the landing of the plane as it eased into the parking lot and came into a resolute halt. and these lucky souls, it did not bother me that i didn't know where they were going, or if they were ever coming back. after all, mobility is a privilege - staying at the same place for too long makes you grow roots that demand a constant supply of water. the ground here, is arid; and im thirsty for more adventure.

quietly, i bade the plane goodbye, as it diminished to a bright flicker in the evening sky, and disappeared out of sight.