Bus Stop

 I am overwhelmed by this moment. A moment that I’ve known was coming for months. A moment I’ve dreaded for months. And yet, here we sit. At the bus stop.

The sun has just risen and there is a briskness in the air today. We are on the brink of Fall. Finally. It’s been hot for far too long. This morning, my nose and fingers are cold. I shiver as the wind brushes my neck. Ironically, perhaps the changing winds are an indication of the changes on the horizon.

You’re standing there, bags at your feet, bag at your side. Ticket in hand. You tap your foot steadily, a release of anxious energy. You have and will always be a bundle of energy.

 
Adventure is on the horizon; and that is what your eyes are set on. You have always had wings, and I have always had roots.

Words are on the tip of my tongue. There is so much to say.

I’ve never handled emotions well. I look at my feet and blink back tears.

You look at me for a moment, searching my face for something. I swallow. I fumble with the hem of my dress.

You point towards the distance. A bus is coming over the hill. The moment has come.