Date: 2011-11-22 20:06:59 Created: 2011-11-22 15:06:59
Arriving at the still closed gate. It is early morning, boarding is a little late and there are few people around. The walkway connecting gates is empty, stretching back from where I came. I have been on a plane for six hours and will soon be on one for two more. The night has passed. I have not slept, and do not plan to do so anytime soon.
I set down my bags, wait for the others to catch up and sit down. People are yawning, leaning on eachother with closed eyes. I walk back into the walkway. I breathe a little deeper, take a quick step, then another one. I flow into a light run past the gates, feeling my body responding, shaking off some of the stale airplane tiredness. I push myself a bit more, then slow down and turn back as I reach the corner. I pick up speed again, stretching out my steps a bit more.
Yes, there is still life, still a heartbeat, still energy.
I slow down and come to a halt, again where I started. I feel the heat raising, my heartbeat and breath still trying to catch up with the sudden motion. It can not have been more than a minute, but it is a world of difference.