I’m running late, I break into a run, I must catch my train at 6:23 with a 2-minute window to board the vessel from this small train station in the middle of the countryside. I throw my stuff in the car,  it’s 5:51 when I finally turn on the engine.

I was so close to surrendering right away because I wasn’t able to honor my sacred “20 min ahead before every departure”. Indeed, the ride is about 15-20 min to get to the train station, not to mention the extra time to park.  

5:51 I hit the gas and flirt with the speed limit, I pass 2 cars, my adrenaline is rising. 

I never miss a train in my life, and this can’t be the first time. Especially not on a quiet sunny Sunday, with no good reason other than my inability to anticipate the expected-unexpected last minute things.

Almost there… the train station comes into view, this is the home stretch.

The stars align and I somehow manage to park in the very last empty spot.
I run with a suitcase twice my weight, I take the stairs to go down ...