The diary game: seeing an airport with friend.

For us in the airport, there was a constant buzz of activities all around us. My friend and I strolled inside the busy airport lobby with our bags in tow. Caffeine addled travelers moved by us in hurried work-induced sprints which filled the atmosphere with aroma of the coffee. For a few minutes, we were dumb founded, gazing at large panes of glass through which airplane clouds could be seen cutting across the vividness of the clouds. As we talked animatedly about the details of our trip, we heard the voice of announcements welcoming passengers towards the boarding gates. Over the throngs, we felt the calmness and the touch of an expedition. We turned to the schedule of departures and followed with our eyes the change of the list. It was indeed interesting how this very place united so many people with many continents. As we advanced towards the chief security, the aura of the airport was nothing less than exhilarating. It was more fun to travel with a companion and all that was remaining was to jump into the aircraft and that was where the adventure began.