A la salle d'attente

I'm watching people from this waiting room, everyone going somewhere, a direction, a heading, a destination, on a course, on a trip, to somewhere.
I'm sure there's a combination of words that can describe the chime before every announcement at this train station, but I can't find it.
Goodbyes mix with hellos.
There's that chime again, as the faces change, the chime continues. Instead of searching for that string of words I'll just watch from my observer's box:
someone looks lost,
a stroller with someone sleeping (lucky kid),
a grandmother on the phone,
someone looks rushed,
students,
families,
even pigeons,
the largest backpacks (a life upon shoulders),
*chime*,
a musician,
and eyebrows of all shapes and sizes.

I'm certain, of what?, I don't know, but my emotions have mellowed, my head clear, my breath deep. Soon, my waiting will end, and I'll be out there, with a direction, someone to be observed.

**chime**