On a return trip back from Florence, I ended up at Milano Statizone and this was my observation.
Watching. Listening. Dreaming.
People, many people.
Old, young, babies.
Talking, laughing, shouting, crying.
People from all over the world.
Everywhere.
Italians, Americans, French, German, British and more.
All traveling, either to or from, coming or going.
Each of us in transit, in limbo, between departure and destination.
Some have far to go, long tedious hours to travel.
Others only a short time, a matter of a mere hour or two.
How lucky they are.
Everyone so different yet all sharing one thing.
The need to travel.
For work, business, fun, pleasure, study, experience or love.
A common denominator between us all.
United for a short space of precious time.
People, many people.
Old, young, babies.
Talking, laughing, shouting, crying.
People from all over the world.
Everywhere.
Italians, Americans, French, German, British and more.
All traveling, either to or from, coming or going.
Each of us in transit, in limbo, between departure and destination.
Some have far to go, long tedious hours to travel.
Others only a short time, a matter of a mere hour or two.
How lucky they are.
Everyone so different yet all sharing one thing.
The need to travel.
For work, business, fun, pleasure, study, experience or love.
A common denominator between us all.
United for a short space of precious time.
JP 7/8/89
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