Morning for waiting

Today it’s a morning for waiting.

I wake up early, even if I don’t have to, and I opened all the windows, even if I was cold, I sited on my couch with a cup of coffee, and I set Bruce on the stereo, then I curled up with a blanket and sited while I wait.

Sometimes I loved to wait, bean seated curled up with a blanket with all hours ahead, when they are many, drink careful a coffee and leave the fresh air for the early day refresh my face.

No the books that I have to read, no the short tales that I must continue to write, neither the task that still in half done, nothing cares now.

I like to be alone, sited without do nothing, with nothing happening, none a dream, o evocation.

But, I can’t do it well , I couldn’t bean all time like this, the still a lot of hours ahead, and my mind already wakeup and out of any prediction, today, Saturday I’m writing in my blog.

Today my waiting its like a little path, each hour it’s a few steps, each minute I reach a little, I star to see the destiny.

Today will be a meeting of old friends , the was some years that be could we all together, today its going to be a especially day and I know it, but I’m not nervous, I happy full of Joy and I like to say it.

Today I’ll give huge hugs and the most lovely kiss that my best friends grant to, today it’s going to be that day that the distance in the road doesn’t matter, I reach the destiny.


Today I’ll at home, with they I always be, don’t matter where be are.