I think sometimes, as life moves at such a hectic pace, we forget just how liberating a break can be.
So here I am, amongst sea and sand. The fresh air works wonders for the creative mind.
The humble break. It’s underrated. Try it if you’re stuck…even if it’s just going to another city for a day.
Coffee that’s a little more expensive than you’d like, salty snacks and snatches of faraway conversation.
It’s the departure lounge.
I always find departure lounges weird.
Apart from the staff they’re such temporary places.
No one wants to be here, and even when they find themselves here they just wish time away.
I wonder how productive everyone could be if they made use of the time they wished away?