Gate 41

It was only 8pm and Gate 35 was already filled many passengers, eyes glued to a blarring TV, waiting for the 22:35 AC flight 156 back to Toronto. Damn it! My feet kept walking. It wasn't yet time to be in the same space with other travellers. I had just spent the last 1 1/2 hours on the ferryride starring into the Pacific ocean horizon.

Airport lounges are interesting spaces, always humming with activity or dead silent except for the sound of the floor polisher. Nevertheless, a place where my energy and emotions run high and low. My vacation was over, I had to say goodbye and the solitude of Gate 41 was more appealing that night.