Unfinished business of the Soul

Photo by Serhat Beyazkaya on Unsplash

Crowds rushing to go somewhere, maybe home, maybe elsewhere. The train station was a multitude of heads moving side to side with a rhythm and a pace everyone was trying to keep to avoid being run over. And in the moment you least expected it, the room cleared and you saw me… and I saw you. Our eyes locking, our bodies freezing. Where was I going? Is it still cold outside?