Never mind me, I'm sitting in the shadows, acknowledging that, possibly, I have a quiet moment here. The cat is asleep on the sofa and my daughter, Ruhiyyih, is packing for China. All these 40 years, I've ached for QUIET, and now, it is around the corner. Funny, when it finally arrives, the feelings are not what I had imagined. Wish the world were a little smaller. Wish China were just kitty-corner, or better yet, barely across the street.
Ever ache for quiet, get it, and sit there in the shadows wishing it hadn't happened?
