Instead, every possibility seemed unfinished.
I did not know whether to stay near the departure board or search for another route. I did not know whether the roads would improve or become more dangerous. I did not know whether I would reach my destination that night or have to wait until morning.
Uncertainty has a way of making time feel longer. Ten minutes can seem like an hour when every announcement might contain important news. A short delay becomes more frustrating when it is followed by another delay with no clear explanation.
The stranger could not remove that uncertainty. But the conversation had given me something else to focus on.
For the first time that evening, I was not spending every minute staring at my phone or watching the departure board. I was talking to another person, hearing about their experience, and remembering that the people around me were also navigating the same unpredictable circumstances.
