We are all in transit, waiting in the station for our own comings and goings or those of others. Time slows as we watch the departure board, listen for the arrival announcement, grow patient with the inevitable delay. My life is a handful of darts and a map of the world. Meanwhile, birds feed on seed, grass grows, lilies open and close in the pond, a hawk hovers, a cat naps on a pile of folded towels in a basket, a dog sighs.