The waiting.

It can truly be so cruel.

Image by Author at a café in Downtown Vancouver. February 17, 2022.

We somehow ended up at the same old café that rain-soaked afternoon. There was this obvious hurry in how the city moved that day; like everything was happening slightly more swiftly than usual.

We watched each other waiting for someone as we both sat in opposite corners of the café. I suppose there wasn’t much else to do while we waited. Were we actually waiting or had we just ended up…