Bus stations, railway platforms, and airports fascinate me. I am happiest when I have long layovers as I have now. Those hours where time slows and stories unfold. Where I find a corner, obscured from public view as much as possible.
But I imagine heโd look at me with tired eyes, eyes stripped of hope and love and happiness. And sigh. The kind of sigh that has all the answers words never could. And I will understand and return back to my seat. My eyes fixed on The Nightingale.