The Wave

A mother shuffles away from the school bus stop after her daughter has boarded. She moves like it is exceptionally early in the morning, though the sun is up and busily blinding drivers heading east. Her hair in a haggard ponytail, she pulls the sleeves of her navy sweatshirt over her hands as she moves homeward.

The girl must be one of the first picked up, as the school bus appears otherwise empty. She opens a window on the left side of the bus and extends a pink-coat-sleeved-arm, fluttering it up and down, waving to her mother’s back. In the last moment, before the bus pulls away, the mother turns and sees the unanswered gesture. She awakens. She begins waving back wide, with both arms, like flagging down an airplane, then she blows her dear girl a goodbye kiss. She resumes her exhaustion only when the bus turns the corner.

–Loveland, Colorado


fall, changing leaves, Colorado

I love Fall!

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My blog has stories from four (going on five) years of travel on the lovely, beautiful, awkward, breathtakingly human things one can discover in strangers.
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9 Responses to The Wave

  1. If only I still had a little one at home to pick up after school with cookies and a hug, help with homework, and tuck in at night. Cherish those days, moms (and dads)!

  2. marsellaj says:

    I sometimes long for those days when my kids were little. I looked forward to them coming home every day. Bittersweet. Fall this year in Ft. Collins has been spectacular and every day is a visual gift. When the wind was blowing them around this week I was in heaven!

  3. Krista Flanigan says:

    Oh Paige I love this one. :)

  4. So much suggested back story for the mom. What happens next? Why is she so exhausted (besides the early hour)? What is she wanting to hide from the innocent eyes of her daughter? Good stuff!

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