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  • You know that feeling when you're hoping for something a few days or weeks away and you can't make the time go fast enough and sometimes you go to bed early just to hurry the time along faster, faster, or you stay in bed late because then the day will be shorter, closer to the next one? There's also that sweet wait too, that not-knowing what the answer will be and letting yourself hope for the best one.
    I've got that now but I can't go to sleep early because I'm spending too much time in the sweetness, it's not just the wait there's other sweetness too, the sweet ache in my back and arms and inner thighs and calves from this new bouldering love affair, the sweet giggly or wonderstruck observations of the boys, the sweet slow conversation with someone beloved, the sweet and heady time spent with a story or three.
    I'm going to bed late-too-late and I'll try to get up early-ish, early enough to add contemplation over a sink of dirty dishes and slow bike rides to work practicing meditatively to the list. I'm waiting, I'm hoping, I can't wait for tomorrow and I can't stop thinking about how sweet and wonderful it was, today, just today.
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