feet fairly flying

one day last week and again yesterday, paul wasn't able to collect percy from day care. it was ok for me to leave a little early so i picked her up instead.

it is an odd and powerful feeling to be on your way home to collect your little girl after not seeing her for eight hours. i barely notice the train stopping until we get to newtown. then because macdonaldtown, where i get off, is the next stop, i'm down in the vestibule, ready to go before the train has even pulled out of newtown. i know the backyards and the houses we pass quite well, as i stare out the window willing the train to get to macdonaldtown just that fraction of a second earlier.
the doors open and i leap out and bounce down the stairs. up burren street, burst out at erko shops, past the train station, down erko road and suddenly there i am at the front door! how did i get here? i really don't remember walking this familiar route at all. my feet were fairly flying, my heart is beating, not just from the brisk walk and then i see her gorgeous form, her wispy hair, her bright eyes and when she sees me the most enormous smile and strong, reaching arms.
ahhhhh... our cuddle sets the earth back on its right track.