today is the bounce from the speakers and the coming home to a full full letterbox and a messy room, the acceleration of my voice after three gin and tonics and the way almost every single thing in the world at the moment is filled with potential, is filled with silence and joy, is filled with discussion. here i am momentarily waiting, momentarily lost in sound, momentarily full. here, i am on the edge of something, dreaming in unison, and waking the same. here, i understand the upward drift of the air that lifts you standing from the mountain, and moments later drops you back there, almost as you had been, almost as you were, but changed. it is the suspended moments that we wait for, the ones that last for longer than we thought, or not as long. it is the way that i am waiting for you to walk in the door, for the moment, right now, when i see you.