I don't know who she is.
We meet every night on the same stretch of road traveling in opposite directions. On the afternoons I take that route to work, we meet again, headed in different directions to different destinations.
I am sure we both work second shift, I know from meeting her in daylight that we are close in age. But, I don't know who she is.
Sitting at the red light one night I saw which way she turns when she leaves our rendezvous road. She saw the direction I come from as well. You see, after a year of these meetings, I'm sure she recognizes my car, too.
On the nights I am home or work over, I wonder if she misses me. I miss her and wonder if all is well in her world on the nights she doesn't pass me by.
Those of us who travel the darkened streets after the rest of the world is home and safe take comfort in small things, I guess. It is comforting to meet her every night as we travel to our homes and who or what awaits us there.
Whoever you are, my dear, may good fortune smile on you and keep you safe on your nightly journey.
What an awesome example to each of us. We need to keep our eyes open and not only see, but appreciate those in our path. Each journey is different, yet very much the same.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, andrea