The Art of Being Between

I missed my bus by seconds this morning. I stood on the curb, watching the taillights fade into the gray morning mist, and felt that familiar spike of irritation. I had places to be, a list of things to tick off, and a schedule that felt like a tightening knot. But as I stood there, I realized I had nowhere else to go for the next twenty minutes. I stopped checking my watch. I stopped scanning the street for the next arrival. I just stood. It is strange how we view these gaps in our day as empty space, as time that needs to be filled or fixed. But perhaps these are the only moments where we aren’t performing, where we aren’t rushing toward a destination, and where we are simply allowed to exist in the middle of everything. If we stopped trying to escape the waiting, what would we finally notice about the world around us?

Leanne Lindsay has captured this exact feeling in her beautiful image titled Waiting for the Train. It turns a simple, everyday pause into something quite meaningful. Does this scene remind you of a moment when you finally stopped to look around?