in transit 2

So back at the airport, spent a overnight in London Gatwick. It’s seven o’clock in the morning. The bodies have removed themselves from obscure position around the seating area. I feel slightly bonded to the people that surround me. I know the shops back to front, finished my book and I am counting my pennies for some morning tea. I am coming back broke, but I guess that is how it goes. I saw a lot of work which sparked some ideas for you and me, it just needs some time to soak in, will tell you all about it when I get a moment to myself. One more night of airport hopping, back to Dubia tonight and then I will be home tomorrow morning. Joburg home. I’m exhausted a little teary and apprehensive of what is yet to come.