It was a rare moment of blissful buzz and contentment. On a Friday evening at Logan International Airport, having spent three days seeing Boston, USA, I was heading to Michigan for a friend’s wedding. Checked-in, I grabbed a Dunkin’ Donut and sat amongst the quiet throng at the gate where much that I loved came together in one moment — travel, anticipation of seeing friends, people-watching, donuts. And I had no worry — an oddity in itself for me. I can vividly recall savouring it all. Strange as it is, one of my favourite places is Logan International Airport, simply for the provision of this moment.