Waiting is what I have been doing since seven in the morning central Europe time to now after three US east coast time.  This is the longest friday in my life for it ends at midnight eastern time zone.
I am tired of lay-overs and waiting also a little sad about leaving Europe. My mood is a mix of tense,impatiences and wanderlust.
I am waiting in JFK trying to read my book and trying to not focus on the clock.  For I am checking the clock almost every third paragraph; checking time not sure why but I am.
In my read/clock watch something happens.  In the corner of my eye, it appeared. A little bird, hopping around and suddenly I felt still. A little bird made time still for me.