For the enforced moments of pause.
In line.
In traffic.
At the piano lesson.
Especially for the waiting that is too short a time to dive into more than a row or two of knitting, but long enough for the brain to move from idleness to pursuing.
It’s when the magic happens.
In snippets of time that feel deliciously stolen from boredom.
~Shannon Herrick
#31daysofgratitude
Day 7: waiting
Two Owls Calling 