November 29, 2013
My favorite thing is to wait. It's the anticipation that defines a moment, not the moment itself. Say, you want ice cream, but for some reason you are prohibited to procure it for 5 days. Those 5 days turn out to be so difficult but in hindsight they will also be replete with an inexplicable kind of hope, that which you think can power 10 helicopters during a blizzard. This is an exaggeration. This is how I feel now while waiting for Dave to pick me up. I can't wait anymore, but I also don't want the waiting to end.