Just before the flurries fell yesterday, the spring bulbs were planted in the ground – finally. Winter is here and a stubborn sense of optimism compels me to pack the cold soil with these precious little nuggets. This defies “common sense”.
And the same could be said about writing a letter: putting pen to paper, sealing it in an envelope, attaching appropriate postage, taking it to a mailbox. And hope, hoping that it will reach its intended destination sometime in the near future.
Waiting for the winter to get done with, waiting for spring bulbs to surface, waiting for news from a friend on the other side of the world, waiting for the improbable and mysterious transactions that take place for a small parcel to successfully move through space until it reaches my hands…
Waiting is the hardest part.