The millions of miles logged might not exceed the twinkles dotting the sky, but do seem to surpass the number of seconds spent with those cherished. Meaningfulness can get pretty superficial out there, believe me. Airports transcend far beyond the physical realm to become a revolving door churning 1 destination after the other in a blink of an eye. With distance (emotions) constantly manifesting itself as a ballet of ebb and flow.
For some an airport is a gateway to freedom. For others, it's a wormhole canvassing the same apple. A place bustling with flesh & possessions, yet to my eyes remains... empty.
It's 15:32, time for me to pass through another door.