Airports.

There's just something about airports that is just so captivating. It's a

magical place. A place the brings people together and years them apart. Little

kids roam, while older people stare down at tickets figuring out their travel

plans. An airport is a place where kids come home from college, soldiers are

reunited with their families, Christmas vacations begin and summer vacations

end. A place where you are torn away from your best friends, but reunited with

them again later, a place that two lovers choose to depart on their honeymoon.

Children get to see the world all together in one place. Through people.

Something mystifying is in the air. Something no one can explain. You experience

it though. Every single person in these airports have a story, a reason for

being there.

You can tell who the important businessman sitting in the corner on his laptop

is. You can tell who the "careless" teenager with the headphones with music so

loud the whole world is tuned out is. You can tell who the parents for the child

that is running through the rows of chairs are. You can tell who the foreigner

that's speaking loudly on the phone in some unknown language is.

All of these people come together for a common reason, and none of them stop to

think about it. They're all going places, maybe not the same place. Maybe some

are going happily and some sadly. But it's still the same thing.

Airports. A place that brings together people all over the world.

 A place where differences don't matter.

Sweet Serendipity.