accustomed to its face

for the longest time, amsterdams centraal station was where my working day began
and ended, a beacon in my daily routine. its busy familiarity buoyed me, and filled
me, somehow, with a feeling of simply belonging.
i assumed that the airport would never affect my senses in the same way, but a few
days back, approaching at dawn, i found myself sighing at the sight of the tower and the terminals and the sheen of the big machines.
it's taken almost two years, but better late than never.
as they say.