Yesterday I watched a couple through the steamy, snowy grit windows of the bus. The girl stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head back while the boy leaned down at the slightest angle. Then their lips met. For an eternity time stood still and watched their embrace with feathery snow angels falling onto their shoulders. I couldn’t avert my eyes. It was wrong, I know, to intrude unknowingly into this tender moment. And yet I was captivated. I stared, my eyes transfixed, and yet oddly I held no emotion in my heart. There was only silence, echoed by the rumble of the bus engine as the doors pulled close and the vehicle moved down the street. Only in that instant, as if alerted to the outside world, did they pull apart. But they were not embarrassed, only ecstatic. Happy to know they could get lost in themselves like they did when he first held feelings for her and when she first felt the stirrings of weakness in her heart. It reminded me of my own heart and the feelings that I cannot quite understand yet, how the earth moves underneath my feet as I walk down muddied slopes and yet my shadow elongates in a different direction, taking me east. I can do nothing but move forward and wait for my shadow to return to me, and I hope it always does. If the day ever came where it never returned, I would surely wonder where it eloped off to and hope it finds happiness. Perhaps it will find a happiness within the snow. In the dark. And be watched and envied from bus windows.