© 2010 Lynsey

345 – Bus stop / start

I picked up my sister Carol from the bus stop last night, we have an all too short conversation and then we’re off to bed so we can start up at 3:00 this morning when I dropped her off at the airport. I get what I really want – an update about Mum, some clarification, and some discussion about the past, present, and future of our lives. Carol and I have (I believe) a good understanding of each other, and it always seems like there’s never enough time to say all the things we want to.

Bus terminals are like that – I think the world over they must be built on sites with a certain harmonic – a particular zone where people suddenly remember the things they needed to say – or do. And when these sites are located the immediate human response is to build a transport terminal as soon as the people concerned can say goodbye. A long, lingering farewell. Holding on to moments, drawing out the inevitable moment, standing, weeping, waving, holding on to the streaming ribbon until the last tug parts the company…

As compared to greetings. Hi, hello, how are you, a quick kiss, a hug, a handshake, grab the bags and head for the exit. Go, go, go. Get away. Go home, spend as much time as possible with your loved ones. As far away from the departure lounge as possible. Come home soon, where ever you are.

02. Every day is an opportunity for a new beginning.
10. Every day connect with somebody.
18. Every day express love. Some people need to hear it. Most people need to see it. Donít take it for granted.

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