Traveling gives me a sort of stimulation I can’t find elsewhere. I love the way people dress in airports — in business suits and sundresses, in hoodies and pencil skirts. Some are traveling for work, others for pleasure. You’ll never see these people again, but for a moment you share a brief window of their existence.
You might be in Paris, New York, Memphis, or Detroit, but the location doesn’t really matter because the airports nearly all look the same. It’s up to the travelers to make the human connection if they so desire.