I live in the...or one of the most beautiful places on earth. But alas, I am a nomad at heart. These are my adventures.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Waiting for the Bus
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. ~Dr. Seuss