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Like the title says, there are two Perfect Moments today. In all honesty, I am not sure why I am picking two.  If I just chose one of them, you would be none the wiser.  I could even save one for another time and pretend like it was the Perfect Moment of that day.  I could do that, but I won’t.  I can’t.

The Book

If you read yesterday’s post, you probably know about the book I am reading. If you haven’t, I will make it easy for you and you can just click here.  I don’t want to write a negative review of a book.  After all, these are published authors.  While the writing was good, the story just wasn’t my cup of tea.  As a result, I was slogging my way through the book.  I enjoyed moments of it, but I wasn’t really into it the way you should be with books.  I probably should have quit reading, but after a certain number of pages (and I do not know what that certain number is–but I do know that I passed it) you’ve got to finish the book.

So today, on the subway ride home that is the first leg of my commute, I finished the book. Knowing it was the end, those last few pages sped up and I was able to concentrate enough to get it done before I got to Finch station.  I even had time to transfer my bookmark to the next book I am going to read.

I closed the book with a satisfying snap of the cover and didn’t look back. I didn’t even read the pages of acknowledgement–which I must admit I read more often than not.  I don’t know if it is relief exactly, but it felt good to be finished that slog.

The Walkway

I exited the subway concourse quite far from where I normally enter and exit. This is because I happened to catch a bus going into the station rather than walk to the pedestrian entrance.  This is possible because I have a transit pass and there is one bus stop around the corner from the subway.  I don’t mind walking, but I also don’t mind letting someone else drive me into the station.  The only thing is, the bus enters the south side of the station and I have to get to the north end.

I quickly exited the subway building and found myself in the cavernous hallway that I would have to traverse to get to the bus stops for the YRT. Perhaps giddy from finishing the book, or perhaps just caught up in the moment, I looked at this hallway and started to smile.  I walked….no, I strode with magnificent steps.

It is hard to explain the feeling I had. I was content.  I was headed home.  I felt completely sure of myself.  I thought the space, though large, was so easy to overcome.  I felt …big.

The feeling didn’t last. By the time I got to the bend in the hallway, my second least favourite subway performer was butchering Guns n’ Roses Sweet Child of Mine and I broke into a run, either hoping to catch my bus or avoid the less than intricate guitar playing.