Life in transit
I remembered the slowness in my steps, I had two hours in the airport, a foreign one.
Travelling alone, a freedom, to roam and wander. There was no hurry.
Life doesn’t stop in transit, life continues.
I remembered the slowness in my steps, I had two hours in the airport, a foreign one.
Travelling alone, a freedom, to roam and wander. There was no hurry.
Life doesn’t stop in transit, life continues.
