In the waiting area between the security check zone and the escalator, there was a crowd of people i had never seen before. there were so many different kinds of faces that had so many different expressions on them, that for a bit I was stupidly looking around, and i forgot to move ahead in the queue.
There were babies, of all sizes and shapes and colours, some with their mums, some with dads, some with people who weren't with their mums or dads.
one started getting a little uncomfortable after she was stuffed roughly into her stroller by someone who looked like her dad, and she started wailing. Very soon, all the kids caught on, and one by one started throwing tantrums and crying their lungs out.
The place was chaotic.
They were all so uncomfortable and hot and angry that it didn't take long for them to catch the resonance.
They must've all sensed the suspended time in that still room.
I wanted to wail too, I was tired and hungry and anxious to get into my next flight.
But alas.
The downpoints of growing up.