I missed my connection and so my train is getting in half an hour later. It's funny the difference a seven on the clock makes to my mind. I am suddenly weary.
Nevertheless my heart has started its little bass line as the train gets closer to my destination.
I look down at my feet and remember him telling me that the train won't get there faster if I am pushing.
I pick up my bag far too early and wait for too long by the doors.
Finally we crawl into the station and stop. I pull my backpack over my shoulders and join the crowds streaming from the train.
I fumble to get my ticket out at the barrier. I can't see him yet. And then as I round the corner he is there, a smile playing across his lips. I don't remember walking the final few feet to get to him. I am just there, his arms around me, his hands lifting the bag from my shoulders.
We walk away from the station, talk interspersed with laughter. It is later now and I am hungry. His hand on my waist directs me into the warm Indian restaurant and we take our seats...
I am feeling relaxed and full and sleepy. It is the most beautiful evening and we take our time strolling back to the boys house. We pass the green exterior of Maddisons ice cream parlour. He looks at me and laughs.
There is such an array of ice cream that I am stumped at first. Finally we settle. Mango for her, white chocolate for him. As we leave I wave my phone asking for a picture. There is the sigh of long suffering as he grabs the camera.
I stand holding two ice creams with a rucksack on my back, smilingly goofily at this special man. One May evening, him and her, the.best.
Today I am joining in with Alexa's beautiful meme, "Simply a Moment." Do stop by her blog to read both Alexa's words and other bloggers as they record their moments.