It’s nearing the time for the airport to sleep. Once I would dream of being inside that terminal, excited for the journey to begin. Now I would worry what the darkness hides.
But earlier at the traveller’s time I still felt the desire.
Either way it is for nothing. I’m not flying anywhere. Just spending a night in our favourite hotel in a room overlooking the airport, the city and the smooth waters of Botany Bay.
It is still the beginning of a journey. Tomorrow we head down to the snow. Driving.