Yet again, we find ourselves stepping into the realm of the airport. This building, like a beehive, adorned with its street lines, highly reflective traffic signs, and its towering tarp. We find a steady line of vehicles, like bees returning or leaving their hive, that we follow until we reach our drop off point.

We are grateful that we have a driver that faithfully drives us to the airport without any complaints. It is the best feeling knowing that there is someone to bade us goodbye and greet us when we return. We can never ask for more.

The sliding doors feel like a chasm that will take us to another world. We gleefully step into this chasm and dutifully fulfills all the obligations to fly into the twilight.

Random photographs of our travels. Memories found and captured in a photograph.

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