Airport Coffee

At the airport, after they went through the departure gates.

I thought the best way to get over the sense of emptiness would be to get myself busy. It was a good thing I brought my notes and readings out.

Despite the disappointing latte, the low murmur of voices and the warmth of human bustling around the cafe somehow soothed me, and I left an hour and a half later, feeling very much better.

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