His train was due at 8am, but late by almost 2 hours. We waited with equal parts anxiety and excitement. Times of transition are fraught with expectation. Rituals and routines help ease the distance from Atlanta and his boyfriend to Virginia and his parents. We walk along the quiet street from the train station a few blocks to Frost Diner. The sudden cold snap leaves us shivering, and we are grateful for the warmth of the familiar setting, the comfort of the old-fashioned booth and a hearty breakfast. We breathe a deep sigh. This is the space in-between, and we feel the moments deeply because we know. Love is built on moments like these where time moves slowly. I took this picture because I want to remember his face.