The Listenary

I picture waiting at the computer. When I come to your home to visit with you, you excitedly tell me you want to show me your new website. So we sit down together at your computer. You press some buttons, then point and click. On your monitor colors change and sounds whir in your tower. I wait with eyes glued and rapt attention. There are no words, and that is ok, while I wait for you to bring it up.

Waiting is quite alright as long as we are both present.