Tuesday evening rain splashes down onto cold pavement. It has been like this all day and looks set to carry on into the night.
As the door to my office clicks shut behind me, I breathe deeply and watch my umbrella pop open…and so begins the commute home towards drawn blinds, soft lighting and a comfy sofa.
I love these moments!
Music pulsing through headphones down into my ears, I join the strangers on the street, and walk. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t feel at home here. Nights of feeling alone and scared in a big city seem like a lifetime ago.
As I approach the corner to cross, I notice a massive, muddy puddle spilling out from the kerb into the road. I know this corner, and I see what’s coming…As I take a step back away from the edge, people around me suddenly understand my movement and follow me in quick succession. We share a knowing smile with each other just as the bus trundles past and splashes the puddle up and out.
Moments of random connection remind me that we are all related.
And so I continue on towards the tube. I know that it will be packed down there this evening. A wave of peace washes over me in anticipation of the warm cocoon that awaits. I can get lost in the crowd once again and feel the mass of beating hearts.
We see so many people every day on our journey, some familiar, some not. Sometimes paths cross to turn into something more meaningful, and sometimes, one glance is all we ever have.
And as I begin my descent to the ticket hall, I can’t help but wonder where all these strangers are off to tonight – strangers with their dripping umbrellas and soaked newspapers.