The woman behind the counter assures me that my order will be ready shortly, but just for this moment I am in no hurry to leave. Instead, I am noticing the quiet perfection in the way the soft light from a sunbeam has drawn grey shadows on the restaurant’s well-worn wooden floor. I am admiring the brilliant shine of the light reflected off the slender bar of silver chrome on a table’s edge. I am basking in the warmth of this sunny afternoon.
There is an odd peace in this moment, and I wish that I could just stay and take the time to savor this rare tranquility. But the woman behind the counter has been true to her word, and my order is suddenly ready. I’ve got to get this fast dinner home to my family. Because there’s dance lessons and voice lessons and homework and lesson planning and paper grading and showers and maybe even laundry to do.
Yes, I’ve got promises to keep. And, though my actual travel distance is very short, I have miles to go before I sleep.