Airports this is waiting, eating artificial food and milling around duty free shops. But sometimes you can see something interesting, like for example this tower in Edinburgh.
The moment which matters, is only the moment that lasts. I deeply believe in that, however with a sorrow, I accept it not only because moments pass, but also because I forget them. I realized it when I was reading my old entries of my blog. To remind yourself of those moments is an unexpected benefit of diary, which was created for very mundane aim – to keep my English, at least, at the same level or improve it a bit. I’m describing then, even though I also agree with an opinion of Olga Tokarczkuk that moment written down gets mutilated, like a painted sunrise unavoidably becames a kitsch.