When Waiting Becomes Watching

I waited. I thought I might be late, but I waited.

Waited in a line for the bus that would take me to work.

And as I waited I noticed the clouds. Long rows of white woolliness tracking slowly across the soft blue expanse.

I saw their shape and watched them move, gently carried.

As the bus pulled up I realised that these moments had been transformed from waiting to watching wonder.

And my soul was at rest.

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