I wait for the clock to blink 4:00, much like I imagine a school kid waiting for the end of day bell. 3:58 … 3:59 … then, finally, 4 o'clock. I turn off my computer, set my phone to call forward, and ride the elevator downstairs to meet my love. The weekend is finally upon us.
I see him amongst the crowd, and greet him with a kiss. Hands held we walk through the rainy streets of Vancouver in a comfortable silence, sometimes breaking our grasp to weave in and out of the street traffic.