Airports are palaces to the power of human progress. Armed with nothing but the ability to notice when we’d fallen over, we worked out the law of gravity and then built at it until we won. A plane is tanks of aviation fuel designed to catch fire and explode, whirling turbines designed to make it do both, wings so it all happens several miles straight up, and a tube full of people along for the ride to make sure someone sees how awesome it all is.
Unfortunately these architectural embodiments of the wonders we can work are usually full of @$$#()!%$. That’s because most people are @$$#()!%$. Worse, an awful cause and effect then makes most of them right when they say that airports suck. But if we can triumph over the gravitational attraction of our entire planet, if we can soar through the sky on engines which sound like blending thunder, we can certainly elevate our spirits as well as our bodies.