In Search of Wonder...

To The Lady on the Train,

You should know that I look for you in crowds and in unlikely places even though I know that you are miles away or even in a different country. I step onto streetcars and escalators expecting to see your smiling face turned toward me or perhaps to catch a glimpse of you as you turn a corner.

I could be standing on a busy street, lost in thought and from the corner of my eye or in the distance a woman, brown curls pulled back tricks me into hoping that it might be you. I look for you in every woman I see - in the shape and colour of her eyes, in the angle of her chin, the slope of her nose, in the swing of her walk, or in the quiet way she holds herself when she thinks that no one notices her.

You should know that the times when I can find some part of you in a stranger, a part of me soars, until I realise that it isn't you. I look for you always and I can only find small pale fragments. You should know that there is only one as wondrous as you.

The Man in the Station