I sit upon the threshold of my home, looking out upon the open road, waiting. Neither I, nor anyone else, knows how long I’ve been sitting here, or, what it is that I’m waiting for. But no one believes me when I say, that I too, don’t know. “No one can sit like that, without knowing”, they say. So, I tell them that it’s my secret. And yet, they won’t let me be, because they don’t like to be kept in the dark. So, to the really persistent ones, I say, “You’re welcome to wait with me”. But even these grow tired after a while, and now, I’m all alone once more, with my eyes upon the empty road, waiting.