She stood there, counting the minutes. She'd already been standing there for 43 minutes, 11 seconds, 12, 13, 14... She wasn't irritated. She wasn't trying to make the train come by the will of her mind... which was most probably the case of the slander man in his forties standing just a few steps from her.
She observed him just for a while - nervous jerks of his head, shaky fingers, red face, clapping foot. But no, he wasn't interesting aspect of her - oh so important time.
You must understand she'd given up on waiting after the first 10 minutes, when the 50 minutes long delay was announced. But actually, she did mind. Oh she did very much. She was about to meet her sister who just came home from Scotland for a day. One bloody miserable day. And it was already 17.03, almost the end of the day really.
But she wasn't thinking about it anymore. Once she caught a glimpse of that gentleman... no, not that one with the red face to the left... the one to the right. That was the right one.
He was slender alright, his hair was pure silver and his face wrinkled. And yet, if you looked closer, you would see a man of his... rather thirties.
Why was it so, that this man with so many indicators of an age of fifty and above looked so young?
Then she looked again. She stopped seeing just the separate parts of him, he was suddenly whole. He was a man, a complete man. You could not put that into a question.
He was so different, though. He was so calm. everything about him had the air of calmness. Not like ignorant to what was going on, just calm, content.
If she hadn't been thinking about it too much, she would've said he was actually smiling, but it was only his face that was smiling, not his lips.
During this long time of waiting, she longed for her courage to come to her. She wanted to talk to him. Why, she did not know. She just very much wanted to...
Suddenly the train arrival was announced. Her thoughts were no longer whole. She lost it. All of it.
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