Silent Moments

Distance takes a person by surprise. Everyday waiting. Every second yearning. Looking past bore, peering over curiosity. Hoping to one day forget, or never forget.

Watching the trains pass through the station. The blood pump through a sick man’s veins. The people rushing through the streets. The water flowing out of the tap. The geese migrating in the winter. The sky, purpling over near dusk. Watching lights flicker out in the street as night falls close. Rain drips from clouds that forgot their silver lining.

These days are left for sitting on a park bench to sort and group the people you see. Forming lives of wonder for them. Creating a path they might not have chosen or a river they might not have followed

There’s a few taxis hoping to be somewhere else. Any road to nowhere would do. This road might be paved or gravel, wide or thin, busy or empty. But everlasting, travelable, and for some reason silent. This road is a time waster, time giver.

The geese fly above the road to their own destination. The sky of purple disappears each night, yet returns in the morning. The express train floats through the air adrift. Those people at the station all have their own path. Each one different each one perfect.

So watch out for the next time distance takes you. Watch for the geese and the sky. Just keep waiting for another taxi and sit on a bench and watch the world crash by. Follow the road, but make sure you chose the right one. Since as we’ve learned today not all roads lead to nowhere. Not when you've made your life count.