time staggers on

I’m standing at a cross walk waiting for the light to turn green. A double-decker bus races past. I catch my reflection in the window.

How has it been four years.

I look taller.



Less sad eyes.

Yet more reasons to be sad. How does that work?

The light turns green. I walk quickly into the underground. The dust of the day hits my face, I slide my card across the sensor, as though I’ve done this a thousand times. Maybe that’s why people always ask me for directions – I look like I know where I’m headed.

I hop on the train after descending the 78 steps to the platform. My stop comes quickly and before I know it I’m climbing the steps back up to the light.

She’s waiting for me at the cafe. If we were to press rewind, it would have been the other way around. She is early. This makes me smile.

Bear hugs are exchanged.

Five minutes into our walk to the pub, she exclaims, “It doesn’t feel like any time has passed!”

I know.

Yet, it has.

Not in her or I’s connection, but in that reflection I saw in the bus window.

It showcases itself in the tiny details.

I can keep my eyes happy, even if I’m sad, as my heart itself knows happiness. This has only come through the comfort of being truly loved.

I know I’m worth it, and I didn’t know this before.

I know it’s not my fault for things beyond my control.

And in the million other different ways he changed me.


Today you learned?



Filed under honeybees, life, london, love

4 responses to “time staggers on

  1. That’s a lovely post. It’s amazing how much can change in four years, and yet not change at all. Except possibly our perceptions.

  2. Thank-you!

    Definitely. It’s been a perceptive filled weekend. I’m glad I had a bit of downtime before reality hits tomorrow morning.

  3. kelly

    I cannot control other people, I can only control myself and how I react to things that happen. (I seem to keep re-learning this)

    I learned that I reaslly really dis-like working in a hot insulation filled attic. I don’t like banging my head on the protruding points of the shingle nails in the attic. But I now have speakers wired to the deck.

    I’m learning that no matter how cheaply you offer to sell something for (my camper trailer) some people will always try to get it for a ridiculously low price.

  4. That’s the hardest one to learn, I think.

    Woohoo outdoor music!

    Yes, I’ve learned that working many non-profit events with the ‘suggested donation.’

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s