The First of the First Days

 

I jump off the train, pounce ahead of the pack and hop on the down escalator before the bottleneck builds up. I clamber down the moving steps, touch my Pasmo card to the ticket gate sensor and exit the station. As the cold air hits me I accelerate to a brisk gait and can feel the energy in my heels and ankles propelling me forward. From where this energy came at the end of a draining day I’m not entirely sure, but I certainly know the reason for its appearance. Something to do with the fact that the last time I saw my daughter she was in a state of distress. Continue reading