SHORT STORIES OF ANIMA AND ANIMUS.

A few days away...

A few days before her birthday, she walks hurriedly, her steps echoing in the station, her feet are tired, mortified by the same fatigue that has long accompanied her soul. The last few weeks have been difficult, for some reason, her body no longer responds the same way to the demands of competitiveness and work excellence that had governed her. Her lips cling to productivity, as if the small sips she takes of the hot coffee she bought minutes before depended on it.

Almost immediately after sitting in the transport, she evokes a fact that causes her discomfort, it is about an experience she had almost a month ago. She considers it crucial to explain this sudden discomfort. She was excited, energetic, with an agile mind, ready for the intense debates and to present brilliantly, "as usual", according to her own words. She had been invited for the third consecutive year to a specialty congress. And she had contemplated that it would be the best pre-birthday, "as usual.

To her surprise, it wasn't. There was an intruder. Her seat neighbor from that morning on the transport. A shy and serious man, of whom she felt sorry for, as she had the impression of intimidating him, since vigorousness favored her at that moment, in front of that stranger in a coat and tie.   

Little by little she tried to get a few words out of him, which he pronounced in a low and hesitant tone of voice. Everything changed when the conversation turned to interests outside of work. He told her that he loved nature and making sculptures, she does not remember exactly the details, but she has recorded how, from one moment to the next, she was enveloped by the deep aura full of certainty that the man transmitted. He did not look like the same guy, his eyes lit up, a medium smile was drawn on his face, he had a sharp voice and the words emanated with ease.  

Since then, life was different for her and maybe for both of them...