Three women sitting in Starbucks middle-age women could be my age or maybe older. And for whatever reason my attention was drawn to one of them. She was staring ahead, not quite staring into space but just sitting.
And to me she looked like she didn’t particularly want to be there but more importantly it occurred to me that she was waiting for life to start. Maybe she’s been running for years and years right into middle age waiting for her life to start, waiting for somebody else to start it without realising that she has to be the one that starts it.