This past month has quietly filled up with waiting.
Waiting for little things to matter again after the wonders and hardships of traveling across the ocean and poking about in history's back closets. Waiting for test results. Waiting for the strained heartstrings of teaching to heal. Waiting for school to re-start so that those same heartstrings can sing again. Waiting for rent to rise. Waiting for faith to spring out of me like uncalled for water works. Waiting for the avocado seed to crack open, sacrificing itself to the sprout inside.
They say it takes months. It feels like it's already been years.