It wasn't the first time I'd seen an airport on the wrong side of the dawn. There were still people milling around - there always are - but most counters were closed and everthing was quieter, stiller , than at other times. I stood by a door opposite a man sprawled asleep on the floor, watching both the counter where I would check and the stiars leading up from the train station. A group of young students walked by in a frenzy of late-night excitement and I wondered whether they were meeting someone.
After a text message from Willy about slight tardiness, I spotted her and her dad (my supervisor) coming up the stairs. It was 5 am, and we all ooked it. We said hello - I got pity due to my having slept at the airport - and we moved on to check-in with no trouble. It turned out that the excited group of young folk were friends of Willy coming to say goodbye to her. I'll admit to being rather envious at the situation, not having anyone myself, but the excitement and sadness and just general emotion was rather nice to be a spectator of.
Security passed and waiting for Supervisor to extract some cash, I got a text from my brother, and a call from my mom, both wishing me luck. \
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