love actually.

whenever i get gloomy with the state of the world, i think about the arrivals gate at heathrow airport. general opinion is starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but i don't see that. it seems to me that love is everywhere. often it isn't particularly dignified or news worthy, but it is always there. fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, old friends. when the planes hit the twin towers, as far as i know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate and revenge, they were messages of love. when you look for it, i have a sneaky feeling that love actually is... all around.