And way back, I had written how much I love airports.
I haven’t had a chance to feel that love much, in recent times. Haven’t travelled as much.
Today seems very much like that day, that year. And the memories come flooding by. No, I did not take a photo that day. And I am not taking one today either. These are memories, not memorabilia. Printed on your heart with thoughts, ideas, and feelings; not paper and ink.
The cushions are red, the airport is the CSIA, the crowd is very different.
And life’s good.