Every time the glass slides open, somebody walks out to the arrival lobby with a story. A lost child comes home to her beloved. A traveller passes by on his journey to see the world. A worker starts a new job in a new country. A broken soul runs away to forget. Or an optimist looks for happiness.
Once they go through the gate, there might be somebody waiting. A lover. A friend. A colleague. A chauffeur. Or some total strangers.
A kiss. A big hug. An awkward hand shake. Sometimes the only thing awaiting is the blasting heat.
Keep in mind that whatever they bring and whoever is or is not present to welcome them: there is no coming back. Arrival gate is one way out. No return. From there, they start another journey, embrace challenge and move on.
They will get in a car, drive to a place to get change, have a shower and enjoy some food. Then they will be ready for whatever ahead. Hopefully.
I stopped keeping track of arrival gates that I have walked through. I remember all who waited for me at the other side though. Fondly. Many I had to leave behind when I started new journeys. No coming back. But in my heart, they remain.