She has arrived early, has had time to collect her self and her appurtenances, waits.
The appointed time passes and so does her calm. Anxiety tromples her peacefulness. She wonders about often being early, and often giving up her sense of self as the time passes.
She is early in her life, too, having finished, at 64, her life review, is accepting of what she has done, has raveled the loose ends, is a bit bored, a bit patient, a bit nonchalant, wondering what she’ll do for the next expected 20 years.
She thinks about how to calculate how many minutes/hours/days she has spent being early and what the value has been and the learning. Well, she has never missed a plane!
She waits, early