The smell of Cinnabuns
The incesant clicking of roller luggage across the cheap tiles
The sound of cellphones ringing is never ceasing
The hustle and bustle of a typical day.
Business yuppy men dressed in suits
walk quickly through the terminal with a Starbucks in one hand
and a cellphone to their ear lugging a briefcase behind them.
Old feeble people walk slowly grasping their canes
with white knuckles
Ocassionally a screaming
crying
child
dragging
along beside their mothers
The San Diego breeze comes into the terminal
filling it with the smell of the nearby water
and the sounds of boats,
yachts long horns,
seagulls soaring above the harbor, and the traffic noises.
Chunky security guards walk up and down the terminal patroling it, in hand a
Cinnabun
and a coffee
Arabian men driving little golf carts too shuttle people too their cars lost
in the sea of packed aisles.
Endless gift shops
filled with all tourists attraction things to entertain
you while your flight is delayed.
Every airport is the same,
no matter where you go
except for the land locations.
Its as common too see this is as the ice in Antarctica.

 
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