Waiting Room
#6: Buying Back Time
From my windshield, shadows of raindrops fall on this fresh leaf.
I am writing in the dark, savoring the few moments of solitude I can steal back from the harried and selfish pace of the past few days. Andrea Bocelli sings in the background; his voice, like a rich cup of hot chocolate on this cold damp night.
My friend is still 20 minutes away. I embrace the period of waiting.
I've been running after time like a madman the past two weeks.
Perhaps these 20 minutes will buy me back my sanity.
posted by VivaGlam! at 7:44 PM
2 Comments:
Okay, so who was this friend worth waiting 20 minutes for? I think your post was almost like posting poetry in its brevity (distilled prose) with all that imagery of raindrops and leaves. :)
So, *when* are we having dinner. As per Caths you're not free on Fridays anymore. Why so?
7:38 PM
Poetry in its brevity. Distilled prose. Wow. Didn't see it that way. I will definitely keep those lines and remind myself of them next time I find myself swimming in nothing but "attention-grabbing headlines" and "compelling calls-to-action." Haha.
Dinner this Friday sounds divine. =)
9:39 PM
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