Airport

It smells clean here. There's really nothing to mingle with the cold morning air, and the starchy-ness of the air conditioner, or heater that is running through the building, keeping it at a temperature liked by most of the population. Every few minutes, one person or another will walk past, though not many are very awake at this hour. A group of Asians are checking in at the counter. The group breaths life and excitement. Wherever they are going, they're ready to be on their way. One says good morning, and then paces, waiting for the rest of his friends to finish checking in. Count-down: An hour and two minutes until the rest of my group arrives. I wonder how awake they'll be...