039: We Drive On Together

I wake up with a peculiar feeling—a sense of inevitability coiling in the pit of my stomach that makes my heart expand until it fills my chest with peace. In the night I was somewhere else, somewhere further along the timeline. All I saw was a glimpse. Fields rushing past the window, a wide road, emptiness for miles and miles, and someone next to me—someone placing their hand over mine, intertwining our fingers. Calloused, not from hard work but from a hobby. Woodwork, maybe, or something else. A warm laugh, like afternoon sunshine on terracotta pots on the patio. It feels like sunflowers and marigolds, and little blue-chested birds hopping from one branch to another outside the kitchen window.

Whoever you are, I have not met you yet. I am certain of that. Somewhere, you are living your life. Here, I am living mine. If our roads meet, I think it will have been worth the wait.

Written by: Katrine H.