I found a place near one of the windows and set down my bag.
My first thought was that the delay would be temporary. I checked the departure information and waited for an update. When none came, I checked my phone, hoping that a message might explain what was happening on the roads ahead.
The messages I received were not reassuring. Conditions were getting worse, and travel might remain difficult for several hours.
I tried to stay calm. Delays happen. Weather changes. Plans sometimes have to be adjusted. I reminded myself that there was no point becoming upset over something I could not control.
Still, the practical problems began to accumulate.
My clothes were damp from the rain, and the chill inside the station seemed to settle into them. I had no comfortable place to lie down, and the battery on my phone was running dangerously low. I could not be certain when the next bus would leave, whether alternative transportation would be available, or whether I would have to spend the entire night waiting.
