Ritual Airports

Airports always bring out a kind of wistfulness in me. They are a strange liminal space, giving  closure to one phase of life and opening the gate to the next, holding equally the emotions of partings and reunions, the promise of adventure and the fear of the unknown – and yet something about them calls for calm, like a house of worship or a grand museum, with their great scale and high ceilings and the confluence of people who stream through. After the checking in, the conveyor belts, the stamping of passports and the consultation of screens – until the frenzy of boarding – the serenity is unmatched.