The Lonely Terminal

I can’t get the long moving walkway at the airport out of my head, or the opera music playing on the big screen. It stirred something in me, a quiet longing for the unknown. I moved slowly, as if descending into the depths of the earth, feeling entirely alone, even though there were other people around. The space was gray, sterile, empty in a way that made the music echo. Ballerinas drifted across the screen, delicate and distant. If I were a film director, I would use that scene exactly as it was. The moment was so breathtakingly beautiful that I had to do everything I could to keep from bursting into tears in front of everyone.