The Waiting

Time that is spent waiting is lost. That's why December is a lost month, it's in the waiting for a new year, with its new hopes. And that is why a month like October takes a bit too long, it's not waiting for anything.

Sometimes I think, maybe the reason why the years passed so quickly is because I was always waiting for something to happen. The waiting...

Today I went walking down the square when everyone was lazing out in their homes, on their couches, watching T.V. The streets were empty. I loved it.
Being in the street in Ramadan right after Iftar is like being in Cairo at 3 AM on a normal day. Empty streets give me space to admire the city for its own entity and essense.