The waiting game

I don't know why I thought of this title. It certainly isn't a game.

Waiting is hard and it is wearying. We shifted buildings at work today and that involved lots of waiting too. I noticed these feet and legs of two of my colleagues as we waited. They seemed to mirror something of my waiting.

I'm flying north very early Sunday morning. I feel relieved and at peace. A decision has been made. I just need to see my Mum.

For now that is enough. Nothing else matters.