Life can be very beautiful if you take the time to carefully savor all those delicious moments that flow past.
I thought perhaps I could measure each minute that passed upon the clock with hours as I waited for the train. I read a magazine and fall to sleep in the waiting area and only five minutes have passed! Of course I was early and of course she had missed the train that she had planned and so was 45 minutes late arriving on the next one. Eternity passed. The age of mankind bloomed and faded and was superseded by another race and all that recorded in ten more minutes on the platform clock. I checked my watch and cell phone clock to compare. It was a long wait. When finally that train arrived and I searched through the surprisingly many early Sunday morning faces for hers, I was rewarded with her welcoming smile and the crushing embrace of togetherness again. What is it when you know that when someone is away from you there is a deep emptiness inside? It is only filled again when they return? I like to think that's a part of love. We came home and had some time just for us. Now the moments do not creep by but rush with a great sense of urgency as it reflects the needs within both of our souls. Yes tender moments can flow by like a river in a summer glade on lazy summer days. But when those precious moments have been rare through commitments elsewhere, then the river has become dammed and the evidence of barren plains where once fertile green lay lush. Eagerly then the potential flood is anticipated as the waters are released once more.
The afternoon was blissful and we enjoyed as we drove up to Yoyogi park. I have always liked it and I came with dear Mother many times for she also loved the peace there. We drank a little wine and ate otsumami that Hiro had prepared for us and lay together just looking at the clouds. That is the peace in the comfort of a loved one's presence, where the reminiscence of the past chases the day you lay in and contemplations of the future dance at an intangible distance from your minds eye. But the beauty is in the sharing of that special moment.
We considered going to the Lexington Queen for the evening but because she would take the early train back to Shizuoka in the morning we had our evening with friends in the restaurant downstairs.
I am no longer used to leaving my warm cosy bed at five. But I make sure she eats well before she travels. Leaving the station after watching her train carry her far into the distance, I feel that emptiness fall upon me again as if it had physical substance. Thankfully she's back home by November.
My advice for you readers today is simple.
If there is someone in your life that you love very much don't let it be an accepted fact that hovers like an undecided bee in a field full of flowers. Have the courage to show them all that love in your heart even in the small things that you do. Make small things remembered as much as big things. Some moments are very precious and you can make them more so by showing your love.