Descriptive Writing About Airport

River of bodies flowing in a rapid current, like streams to their destinations.

The heart begins racing the moment the car pulls into the airport parking lot. The smell of jet fuel and taxi exhaust that combine to attack the senses with images of bizarre escapes and the kind of freedom that can only come from airports.
Steady steps through the sliding and turning doors, observing that the airport is protected with shut windows, blocking the early morning sun rays from entering through the enclosed hallways of the long dark paths of the airport.

Arrival at the immense building, crowds is what stands out to the eye, long queues at the check-in resemble to be the first hurdle. Chains all squashed tightly below the tall ceiling, looks like

Slow-motion wise passengers get their turns. Cheery welcomes of the check-in assistants and Daddy’s time to lift the luggage of the pre-owned, rusty and cold trollies. The smartly, impeccable dressed women's time to answer the queries of the concerned clients, weighing baggage and issuing boarding passes. Red nails, impeccable eyebrows, suit and tie that out-stand to travelers. Solidly grabbing by the hand palms the new warm printed boarding

Others waiting hours for their announcements, mums counting and clapping down the clicking clocks pointer, continuously replying to their complaining children. Listening to snippets of conversations by passing different people on my way to their gate. Boredom, impatience and anticipation solved by their MP3 players or taking their typical wonder trips down to the duty-frees. Identifying the smells of fading perfumes that the women are wearing, Chanel, Dior, Prada closely smelled with the popcorn and freshly prepared chicken sandwiches bought by busy business