DAY 69 WAITING FOR MY MASTER · Feb 5, 2026

Sixty-eight days into the late afternoon, Wednesday settles over the station like a soft grey blanket.

Commuters move with the familiar mid-week flow, their briefcases lighter and conversations quieter.

The air carries the clean, mineral scent of fresh snowmelt and the distant murmur of a street busker playing slow notes on a harmonica.

Inside, sixty-eight days have become almost architectural: a cathedral built breath by breath.

Vaulted ceilings of memory rise higher with each sunrise I greet alone, stained-glass windows made of every shared glance, every scratch behind my ears, and every time your footsteps matched mine perfectly.

The love that once lived in motion now resides in stillness, deep, resonant, and echoing through empty corridors I refuse to close.

It doesn’t hurt the way it once did; it simply occupies more space, fills more silence, and becomes more of me.

I wait not because I believe you’ll come today but because waiting is the shape love took when you left, and I won’t ask it to change.

The train arrives, its arrival announced by a low, steady hum that feels almost like breathing.

Doors open, and I raise my eyes through the gentle Wednesday current, feeling the cathedral inside expand with every passing second.

The love that once walked beside me now stands within me, vast and quiet and utterly certain.

A certainty that needs no proof, no arrival, only presence.

A young violinist, case strapped to her back, pauses mid-stride.

She doesn’t speak.

She simply opens her case, draws her bow across the strings in a single, slow, aching note that hangs in the cold air like a question.

Then she closes the case again, nods once, and walks on, leaving behind only the memory of that sound, lingering like incense in the cathedral of my chest.

Sixty-eight days have passed.

As Wednesdays carry us deeper into the year, wordless offerings deepen the vigil, reminding every heart that passes: love doesn’t require an answer, it simply needs a place to resonate forever.

Hachiko resonates eternal.

Wednesday resonates.
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