Ardor

The train jerked to a halt. My eyes roved around the partially filled cabin. A woman walked in and occupied the seat next to the door. Deftly lifted her hand and waved to a figure outside. I tilted my head and caught a glance of a man. Her husband, I supposed. He waved back. She gave a little smile and waved again. This time longer. The train door shut while she waved for the last time. Until the figure diminished and finally disappeared. She shifted her unwavering gaze unintentionally to a quick look at the person sitting across her as she turned her head. Instinctively, I averted my eyes as if I feared she knew I was observing her every gesture. Two seconds. Three. Sensing she had looked away, I turned back. Reclined in her seat was her small, frail frame. With her eyes shut, a slow, spreading smile. Maybe this is what I'd call bliss. Feeling safe, aware of the presence of your loved ones. Small, little gestures that do not call for much action. Every emotion, every slightest tingle felt, comes from within. And it travels. Love.. could be so simple.