The Texas sky deepens to purple dusk and we wait.
We wait for freshly mopped floors to dry, the UPS man to deliver last minute packages, guests to arrive, and cookies to finish baking.
We wait to hear results from the doctor, the prescription to be filled, and at at that forever long red light.
We wait for a reply from the job interview, the text message, and the phone call.
We wait for questions and for answers.
