Humblity

In our life , in our daily conversations , we meet people, many people, but have we ever stopped to wonder if the people we have met were never people to begin with , maybe we had shared a laugh with someone who don't have a sense of joy anymore , this day we have invited Georgie christ-crack-that wou-crack

Silence

The train let out a whistle , indicating we have reached a stop , i pulled the curtains apart , the sky was still dark in colour the clouds had stayed still in the sky stubborn, but I could see few sunrays managed to slip out

I am not a person who would fuss over things like weather but cloudy weather messes up with my radio

And it's the only source of entertainment I had in this long journey

The passangers around me were starting to get up , stretching and already thinking about what they would feed themselves for breakfast

They had walked past my berth , glancing at me with their side eyes

It's still not common for a lady to travel alone i presume

And also as I have done nothing particularly interesting

I am Ruth miller , i work as a baker in my mother-in-law's bakery

I don't usually travel a lot , or maybe not at all but my cousin is getting married and we both swore-pinky swore-to be bride maid's at eachother's wedding when we were kid , and here I am on a six hour journey , because a lady never breaks her spirit and pinkies

I never had any particular interest, maybe an interest in everything and nothing at all at the same time , I do love writing , I am not a writer but I still love it , it gives me way of expressing myself in a way words can not , it gives me a voice i never knew i had

And that's enough of a reason for me to love writing

I sometimes sit on my porch and write for hours

Sometimes about my day , sometimes about my life and sometimes about the life i never lived at all

I sometimes read my stories to my husband-preston miller-and he smiles brightly , in a way that makes my heart skip a beat even after two years of marriage

the way he drums his fingers on the armrest when he is confused

The way he let's out a sigh when the plot hits him like a gush of wind

He says "ruth , you should really try publishing , you got a gift of words"

And I do not.

I am just a common lady who likes to write , i don't have a vocabulary worth showing off or any talents a writer might possess

I am just a fairly educated woman who is still struggling to unravel this bundle of threads life has handed me

But looking deep into my husband's sincere brown eyes

Sometimes I wonder 'can i'

Sigh

And now I am already missing him

I jolted as the train started moving again , my hand reached out to balance myself , my cardigan ripples slightly

The whistle came again , long and ear-screeching as the train moved , i felt my heart pounding

That took me off by surprise

I need to deal with my habit of daydreaming or i might die of a heart attack in my late-twenties

"I get surprised by that sound too sometimes and i travel by train a lot , there is nothing to be embarrassed about madam"

I heard a gentle voice , it came out smooth and calm , like dropping a flowers petal on still lake , that creates a few ripples of it's own but settles gracefully

I looked up to see.....