It is feathers dancing across my skin,
a cold breeze, light enough to raise goosebumps
and send shivers down my spine.

It is champagne in my stomach,
bubbles fizzing and popping,
my tongue sparkling with words unspoken.

It is a tropical heatwave,
making me short of breath and dizzy
and weak at the knees.

I have not spent a lot of time in airports.

I guess that adds to the excitement.

– for those worth travelling for