Daydreaming In The Airport

So many faces I see, as I walk between the crowd. So many stories to be told, within the diversity I find. I try to catch up with my dad who has a faster pace and then I look back at the two smiling faces as I listen to the bickering and whispering. I look around as I take in the smell that’s somewhere between coffee and cigarettes. Again I stare at the crowd and again I wonder what each pair of those eyes hold within. Families sitting together on the floor in different corners here and there. Some who seem to have been there for quite a while and have given up sleeping on the uncomfortable chairs. Couples here and there, holding hands or talking softly. Young solo travelers pass me by. I listen to the murmurs and I hear babies crying, while the little kids never stop chatting and asking their tired looking parents about everything. I look again. Different hairs, eyes, attitudes, clothes, smells, styles and stories to be told. Again I realize how much it makes me wonder