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.
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.
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.