It’s been warm and windy today. The exhaust fan creaks as a gust of air pulls through the building. The office smells of the new carpeting downstairs and, faintly, of earth. I look out the little window above my computer and watch the pine branches wave.
Four years I’ve been waiting. It's not that I've been doing nothing: it’s been a busy sort of waiting, energetically waiting. I've been busy mapping the space around myself.