Travel is often a great hurry through unfamiliar corridors, fretful fussing over directions, or anxious haste to make connections. Other times you must wait in stasis: moving about from place to place encapsulated in a vehicle or waiting your turn for flights, trains, agents and what not. Either way, fruitless frustration can cloud the moment whether you scurry about or sit unoccupied for hours wishing you were already elsewhere.
However, that’s when you might notice any one of a hundred things if you pay attention: layered geometries, the roaring hail of footfall across tile as hundreds scramble for the same train, water dancing with light or warm air splintered with cricket song. Manifestations of singular beauty and grace in any moment, right where you are.