I ended up boarding the last flight due to extreme delay. The shops were closed, the hall was empty and the seats were occupied by those who suffered the same fate as me.
The machines had stopped working, lights dimming, doors shutting and the chatters had receded. To be direct, it was late.
My only company was the roaring engine of a small twin-engine plane as it soared through the night skies.
I found it fascinating. With the bigger one, the lift and landing was smoother, whereas with the smaller one you could literally hear it roared as the propellers spun in unison. An experience that would forever be imprinted in one’s mind.