Time hangs like a voile curtain, separating me from tomorrow. Like a child on Christmas Eve, or the day before Christmas Eve, not quite near enough to feel the ripeness of the moment.It's always this way when one of them is due to arrive. I anticipate, wanting every precious moment to be planned and perfect. Waiting for that first glimpse of them when they walk into Arrivals at YVR. Knowing that the poignant pleasure of that moment will be balanced by the bitterness of departure.
But first, before any of that can happen, she has to get herself to the airport. They have to get themselves to the airport. There's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip and I take nothing for granted. This time last week, she realised that the packed up belongings, spread over seven different locations in London, somewhere contained the means of actually being allowed into this country. I had several days of anxiety until she found it.
Strange. I can see that in the grand scheme of things, my anxiety is trivial. My friend has been waiting to hear that her son has arrived at the relative safety of Kandahar from the front-line fighting. And he has. But THAT is anxiety.
6 comments:
Moriarty!
At last we meet.
Sherlock
I can't wait for you!
wishing you the best of times
~kat
Jim-bob! Yes indeed, although my use of Kodak's 'cartton' effect is rather disappointing I feel. I thought it would look more mysterious, whereas in fact it looks like my make-up for my Halloween witch role, only without the green.
Thank-you Kat. I've had to take a Nytol tonight, otherwise I'd lie awake in bed all night - exactly like when I was waiting for Father Christmas to fill my pillowcase with presents :)
'cartton' effect?
Never use it again mate!
Heehee, - typo - cartoon :) But no, methinks not.
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