'Daddy... daddy, look look.' there's a kid shouting over to his dad while sticking his nose ever so closely to the window panel, staring straight to the far end where a plane is taxing on the runway and lifted its way up in the sky. I was sitting close by not wanting to lose a single moment of it as I could relate it ever so closely to myself when I was young.
I love being at the airport, even when I was a child, especially the moment when I looked to the far side of the sky a plane is holding itself in position and descending with well controlled speed till its back wheels touches the runway where smokes were release due to the friction, it has always been an awe moment for me, even right up till now.
When I am not looking at the plane, I am sitting at a corner somewhere, sipping drinks and watch the world goes by. Different faces all around, happy couple sitting aside gladly looking through the wonderful moment they had capture through their camera monitor, lonely traveler reading a travel guide with his leg folded, family chattering every so loudly as thou they owns the airport, a middle age men with a worry look at his face and a bunch of other passenger eager to board the plane. Looking at all this fun faces, I wonder where do I fit myself in.
I'm looking forward for my next trip...