Kissing the wind

I sat quietly in your office. You had lunch and drank my soda. You had water there, but you always drink my soda. I secretly smiled. We talked and you checked your watch a dozen times. I wanted lunch, but didn't want to leave yet. A student came in for help. He needed a shave and reeked of body spray. You helped him. I sat, listening, watching your hands as you explained things that I knew nothing about. I knew it seemed simple to you and you were trying to explain it to him in the best way possible for him to understand. You asked open ended questions and made him think. You directed him and explained to him why something is and what he was supposed to do with it. As you were helping him out I was thinking "next semester you are going to get so tired of me asking questions." The kid left knowing what direction that he needed to go. I'm not sure he will do well, but it's not due to lack of instruction. It was time for me to go. I looked out the window, looking at the beautiful spring day on the other side of the glass. I wanted to stop time. We could leave, go for a walk, weaving around people frozen in their tracks. We could pick flowers take a nap in a bed of clover. I stop daydreaming and tell you goodbye. We walked down the stairs and you touched my arm, kissed my cheek, and I walked away under a canopy of spring.