We’re always moving. From one step to the next, one side to the other, one corner of the world to another. As I sat waiting for my flight to land this evening, it struck me how a single journey can contain a multitude of meanings.
The young woman sitting beside me, who spoke with an English twang, took her glasses off and hid her face as the plane descended. The relief of homecoming was hidden by what appeared to be a curtain of dread as the plane landed with a thud.
A row ahead, an elderly lady turned off flight mode on her phone. Closing a game of Candy Crush Saga, she slowly typed out a message in another language. Having left home, maybe reassuring someone of her safe arrival.
The flight barely landed before people were on their feet. They overtook me as we all flocked in the same direction. I tutted under my breath when they crossed my path, moving too slow and barring my way.
On the train home, a man sat down, staring at his phone. His feet twitched from time to time, as if he were still walking.
A woman sat near him, a bag of fast food on the seat beside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back, exhaustion written across her face.
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Thank you for reading, and until next time.