Somewhere … Else

I was off to catch a bus the other day and I wasn’t in a hurry so I decided to watch the world go by for a while. I bought myself a Tim Hortons coffee and a few timbits.

What are timbits you ask?

Timbits are the holes from the middle of doughnuts. They’re round balls of doughnut yummyness, and you can get a whole bunch of different flavours without having to plough through a whole doughnut to get just one.

So, back to my story…

Watching the world go by is a very necessary habit for writers to cultivate. I’ve had so many ideas for stories just from observing, not necessarily humans but all sorts of other species, animal, mineral, and vegetable. On this afternoon I decided to observe buses.

Most folk were just going home, but every so often there was someone who was different. They had a certain air about them… perhaps distracted, perhaps looking out at the window as though seeing the passing streetscape for the first, or last, time.

They carried backpacks with mysterious things all zippered up in the side pockets, or long kit-bags with skis or snowboards, or bulky suitcases with foreign stickers on the sides and large well-worn wheels underneath.

These were the people who weren’t just going home, they were going ELSEWHERE, and a part of me wished I was going with them. It was akin to the feeling that sometimes overcomes people at airports. The ones who aren’t flying out, or in, but look up wistfully at the planes and wonder what adventures are about to begin.

This looking beyond the edges of what’s in front of our eyes is the hallmark of a dreamer, an artist, a writer. We look above the horizon and see Elves and Ents, Arrakis and Kelewan, spaceships and final frontiers, and we lean back in our chairs and smile to ourselves because we are wayfarers all.


“I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die” Isaac Asimov


10 comments on “Somewhere … Else

  1. S.P. Bowers says:

    I love people watching! I used to imagine the oddest things about the other people on the bus with me when I was going to work. It kept me from being scared of them. One of my favorite places to watch people is the airport.


    • Widdershins says:

      I smile at my younger self sometimes. How scared she was of just about everything, how’everyone’ was watching her every move in case she made a mistake. A couple of decades later and I still feel that frisson occasionally (I don’t think it ever goes away completely – not while we live in such a judgmental society) but I grab it by the scruff, give it a good shake and very sternly ask it it it’s an old fear or something I should really pay attention to. Most often it grins sheepishly and we get on with our day.


  2. jannatwrites says:

    People watching is great entertainment, but I imagine it must give people the creeps when they notice I’m staring at them. I try not to be obvious, but sometimes their facial expressions or mannerisms just beg to be studied 🙂

    P.S. I want a timbit now. I’m pretty sure they are the same thing we have in the US – our unoriginal name for them is ‘doughnut holes’. Timbits sounds lots more fun!


  3. S.P. Bowers says:

    I used to be painfully, excessively shy. If anyone even looked at me, let alone spoke to me, no matter who they were or what they looked like, I broke into a cold sweat, my heart went into overdrive and I hyperventilated or passed out. Sigh, I was much younger then too. Even now, knowing none of you can see me, when I hit the post button on my blog or replying to others I still feel a little queasy.


    • Widdershins says:

      The internet in all it’s wonderful variations is a useful way to get past some of our shadows…

      … I used to feel that way too when I started this blog, but it does get easier with repetition. Now I’m only semi-obsessive about making sure everything looks perfect 🙂 … not that I’d ever get sloppy, I love the structure and look of language too much, but I definitely have eased up on myself.


  4. clarbojahn says:

    “I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die” Isaac Asimov
    I love that quote. I can add one by Joan Didion
    ” I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what It means. What I want and what I fear.”
    We have something in common together. Isaac , Joan and I.
    Should I include you?


  5. Okay, I admit to eavesdropping in public. Sometimes I can’t help it. The other day I heard an elderly volunteer at the library tell her fellow volunteer that she prefers to do two shifts rather one because otherwise “It’s not worth putting a bra on.” So true.
    Uh-hem. The “Irresistibly Sweet Award” is waiting for you over at my blog, Come get it when you have a chance. The URL is


    • Widdershins says:

      Love the comment about the bra …. and as to the other, I’m speechless … what did one do (or does one have to do) to receive this? … I’ll be right over …


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