Do you ever have days like that? Where you wake up to the normal every day life you left behind in your sleep, and instead of the usual, find that in the dark hours of the night a quietly hopeful air of expectancy has settled in? I felt that way Saturday. Hopefully expectant. I’m not sure what I’m expecting exactly. But I know it’s right there around the next bend waiting to greet me with a cheery “Hallo, there you are! I’ve been waiting for you!”
So for now, I’ll sip my french vanilla tea and digest the words and embrace the feeling of this atmosphere for miracles. All the while waiting.
Photo taken in Bruge, Belgium 2004