Delays are always a pain. The idea of having to wait has never been something I’ve enjoyed. Even now, there is a hesitation, like the absorption of electrons to the clouds in suspense of lightning for where my future will go next. A catch of breath, before a leap.
The hurdles and mountains and curves that lie between break the path of the a & b, the essential and the direct. The moment before the charge, and the moment before hitting “enter”. The day is different from the past, but the hesitation, the delay in the face of change remains the same.
What will occur, must occur, and the shock of the moment remains the thing to wait for. The damn delays.