Waiting for the Train (Story)

I stood there in the afternoon light, waiting for train, watching people go through their lives, doing what they need to do, seeing parts of who they really are shine through the masks that they show to the outside world. The line of people behind me were likely doing the same thing I was, looking at a phone and hoping for a text from anyone, to get a message from someone that we knew. But that wasn’t going to happen. There had to be someone else in the line that was checking the website of the public transportation company, who also saw that it was late, who had also thought that it might never come, and had resolved to wait until the next train.

Other than some vague text, I didn’t really know why I went to the train station to wait for a train that would take me near my friends house. They were probably waiting for me, they had probably planned something, but I don’t know what, or will know what it is until I am there. I’d gone to my friend’s houses before, but those visits had been preceded by a large amount of texts that detailed what was expected to happen. They replied to my confusion quickly, with a text that made the logician in my heart very sad, “I want to see the daylight savings happen.”

After being told that he had invited some others that I know as well, I decided that it would be fun to spend an evening with people that I knew, even if the reasoning for the evening doesn’t completely make sense. It was a better alternative to laying down in a dark room listening to quasi-love songs.