While waiting for the Greyhound bus, my dad and I, the two of us, recounted pleasant moments passed: the memories we had amassed, experienced, and oft discussed.
Our dialog continued thus— light-hearted and extraneous— until we saw the bus at last while waiting.
We said goodbye without much fuss; I stepped into the ominous, uncharted future from the past not knowing how my die was cast and feeling I grew up too fast while waiting.
Published on the Ancient Paths Facebook page on June 15, 2019.