airport stories
That sun was yellower in a country i only landed and hopped from. I could decide if it’s an afternoon or a morning. You could choose, as if it were an interactive film.
Will it be breakfast? Or lunch? Some people joined in a happy hour, other invented an imaginary afternoon tea. A young woman stopped for coffee and started writing her first memoir, another one was crying over a final goodbye and another waiting antsily to meet her lover…. You can get to write your imaginary story
No need to hide or encrypt.. the language you transcribe your emotions into is a concoction of all the languages present
