We’re all in¬†Departures: Within those ticking-brief moments of rest time. Our minds in transit. We load up on caffeine or booze for the long haul. To steady the nerves.   Some sitting alone, lamenting farewells. Others tingling with anticipation at what’s to come. Either clutching the onward ticket, or stowing it deep. Unhappy at the…


  When vapour trails cross paths, I wonder, do they kiss?   ¬© Tom Tide 2016