I came across this photograph in one of those stream of consciousness rambling internet searches that lead you to all sorts of fascinating things but also pull you into a magical time suck vortex that wastes your life like the Mirror of Erised.
I love it, and if I ever get a room of my own I shall have it on the wall. It happens to be called Waiting for the Believers.
|Waiting for the Believers, Allan Bruce Zee|
And here's a song I've been listening to every day. It's called Patience. I have a little. I'd like a lot more. And yes, I like Take That now. I'm not sure when that happened.
You can also make waiting your bitch by USING it - to do what you do, which is write, right?