The air of expectancy of visiting a new place yet untrodden,
People coasting along in jackets,trenchcoats and sweaters chasing planes in
numerous gates.
The smell of freshly baked croissants wafts in the air
The babble of multiple languages in all 4 corners of the expansive halls
This is the Transition of our Times.
People, places, nourishment, chatter, laughter and the distant roar of the engines
All mix in one heady cacophany of excitement, anticipation and curiosity
Time and Flights wait for no one
We have so little yet experience so much in Transition.
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