Sitting in the Airport

Its very quiet yet at the same time there is a mired of noises. From the TV in the news stand blaring political commentary, the security guards piping up occasionally with a comment, a short burst of laughter that petters out, the hum of the ventilation system or the tinkle of glass as a vendor rearranges the shot-glasses that have the label of the city proudly printed on the side. 

It is very easy to tune these noises out and think of this place as quiet but when one takes the time to listen and identify each one there are so many that it is virtually a symphony of sound.

And there in top of it all the unmistakable voice that reminds passengers that their luggage may be viewed as suspicious if for any reason they are not physically hovering over it as if they were a flock of chicks guarded by the mother hen. Not leaving them out of eyesight lest a security hawk pounce on it and open it up to inspect its guts.