There is always someone in a hurry to get from one place to the next. Those who leave it to the last moment in a blind panic that they can't get to the next place because they have to wait to be processed before moving on. Or worse get to the boarding gate to find they missed their flight and then jump up and down creating a scene.
On the other hand there are those who are super early and have the time to sit back to watch the maddening pace around them. There are others who have suddenly so much time and few distractions they can get on and read that book they have put off reading for a long time. Others who find a place to curl up and sleep because no-one gets the opportunity on the plane.
Airports are like a bubble that you are trapped in. Given a glimpse of the outside world through shiny glass. You can't hear the birds, feel the wind on your face or even dig up the dirt! They are sterile and clean, polished and shiny, loud and cavernous but mostly grey!
|Clean, large and Grey|
|Even the tarmac is grey|