isn’t just about
waiting. It’s about wonder
and want. Precisely not knowing,
filled with the desire to. Leaving

room for fantasy. Nothing is
as it seems. Nor should it be. The experience
itself is cluttered with expectation.  Then
leaves in its wake exaggeration, which can

work in one’s favor or not. I drove with
a load full of wonder and want. And carried
the clutter to you. When I arrived at the experience
I threw up my hands and boohooed.