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This is a hot summer day and I am on my way to the dance school. The air is hot and humid and I am running on the street. When I reached the bus stop, I have just missed the bus.
"What a bad luck!" I think.
Sweat keeps running down from my forehead and the sun keeps on baking me, you can imagine how it feels like. If I can only run faster and get on that bus, I should be now enjoying the air-con, pulling out my ipod and listen to the music. The only thing I can do now is waiting for another 20 minutes or so until the next bus come. I keep blaming my stupid self and the disturbing weather.
I am waiting impatiently at the but stop and feel more and more uneasy. I wish that there is something which can cool me down. I sit down on the bench and noticed an old lady sitting next to me, smiling.
"You have just missed the bus, right?" she said. "Don't worry, the next one is coming. It won't be long."
"This hot weather is driving me crazy." I told her. "And I am going to be late for my dance class."
"I see," she nodded knowingly. "I have missed that bus too. I need to pick up my grandson from the kindergarten and I am pretty sure I will be late."
"There is nothing we can do but sitting here stupidly under this cursed weather to wait for the next bus." I can't help complaining.
"Of course not," her voice sound peaceful, doesn't seem to worry about anything. "We can enjoy the breeze."
What? Breeze? I can feel nothing but the heat only. I look at the old lady, puzzling.
"Now close you eyes," she said. "And try to feel it."
I close my eyes, my heart still wondering but it seems to calm down a little, not as agitated as before. I try to concentrate to feel something. After a while, I can really feel some tiny flow of air around me. It does comfort me and I can feel it more and more clearly. Now I have totally cooled down and my anxiety is gone. I eyes still keep closing, enjoying the light breeze softly caressing my body. I have never had this experience before, it is so wonderful.
I slowly opening my eyes. I body can still feel the breeze. The old lady is still sitting next to me, smiling.
"Feeling better now, isn't it?" she asked.
"Thanks." I nodded.
"It always work for me. Whenever I am getting mad on something I will use this method to calm down myself." she said. "The way you feel can actually control by your mind."
I thanks her again. And we start chatting happily. I tell her about my ballet practice and she tells me about her grandson. The heat doesn't bother me anymore.
And then the bus arrives.
~Ally
August, 2010
