The power of a wave

Every morning, I take a bus a few minutes before I should, just to see and feel the power of a wave. It also makes me arrive early at college and I spend my waiting time writing or reading.

Since I moved to Canada, the school bus (the yellow one like American movies) has become familiar to me. However, for the first time, I have been a witness to a lovely routine.

Parents bring their children to the bus stop every day. Between scarfs and gloves, what most warms them is love. While the bus departs, parents stand on the sidewalk, waving to their loved ones. How I would love to do it…

Anyway, there is also another person every day at the corner. The lady who helps children cross the street. She is always there, in the mornings and afternoons, making sure no one gets hurt. In the beginning, I used to take another bus, which made me pass by this corner. We have never talked, just greeted each other every day. My current bus stop is about 3 meters from her corner and today we waved to each other. It makes me smile and to be honest, a tear fell from my eyes. I am too sensitive nowadays. Then, I started to think: Why am I crying? You know, she represents my mom, waving while I took my bus.

Taking the bus every day has been a pleasure for me. I realized that a wave can make a house a home. I also had the pleasure to meet at the bus stop a new friend, Kelly. A friendly woman who became one of the most lovely greetings in the mornings at college. Small talks work! Try it! You are going to surprise yourself.

Sending you a wave!