Like most Canadians I harbour a special hate for Toronto’s Peason Airport (YYZ). It’s a reminder of everything wrong with Canada’s airline system: dull, ugly, designed for the convenience airlines rather than passengers.

The airport is often a perfunctory midway point, a No Man’s Land between where you were and where you are going marked by interminable delays, unruly queues, and the beige, nondescript interiors that make all airport departure gates seem uninviting.

However, occasionally I regress into a younger frame of mind when airplanes and airports were full of wonder; this was one of those occasions. In the gold of the setting sun the tarmac was a flurry of activity with planes jockeying and ground crews scurrying to prep their livery to thunder down the runway, seize flight, and bring people closer together.

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