Thursday, December 18, 2008
What is the slowest thing you can think of?
Mother's scarf knits slowly... Slowly like the tractor down Three Springs Road when you cannot pass. Slowly like Robert and Melanie when it's time to do chores. Slowly like the clock turns when the house is ready and you're waiting on the beloved friends to finally get here. Slowly like the time it takes for the water to finally boil so that you can pour it into the press and make coffee. It can't come quick enough, and quickly it is not coming. I trudge on.