{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's:
Waiting
by Raymond Carver
Left off the highway and down the hill.
At the bottom, hang another left.
Keep bearing left.
The road will make a Y.
Left again.
There's a creek on the left.
Keep going.
Just before the road ends, there'll be another road.
Take it and no other otherwise, your life will be ruined forever.
There's a log house with a shake roof, on the left.
It's not that house.
It's the next house, just over the rise.
The house where trees are laden with fruit.
Where phlox, forsythia and marigold grow.
It's the house where the woman stands in the doorway wearing sun in her hair.
The one who's waiting all this time.
The woman who loves you.
The one who can say, "What's kept you?"
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