The wait is the hardest part...so the song says...
Sometimes the moments leading up to an event can be so excruciatingly driven by anticpation that the moment passes before you look up to notice. Other times, the anguish of the anticpation is disapaited by the success of the event, the breath you take as you walk into a room and realize you have all of your clothes on and a spinach free smile. And yet other events are marked by the tragedy of time moving us in different directions while our hearts hold onto the memories of the past, of what once was.
I saw someone I love dearly after several years out of touch. There was a great amount of anxiety built into the meeting. There was joy at the prospect of reconnecting with a beloved friend, and ultimately sorrow at the distance the years put between us, between where we once shared common ground, and now lead vastly different lives. The tug of the affection that we share bonds us forever but I felt such a sense of disconnect even as we hugged and were genuinely happy to see one another. I left, my walk weighted by the sadness...
