I wiggled and squirmed in my seat as if I had ants in my pants, but in reality it was merely impatience.

Sitting outside on a dark night, under the stars, invites confidences amongst people of all ages, and all walks of life. It invokes an intimacy you don’t find under most other circumstances.

Our town was christened Buyan, after the legend of a Slavic island that appeared, and disappeared, at will. That would later seem an eerie, and disconcerting, premonition.

A happy ending. Huh. I thought that was why we were here. Now. Five hundred years into Earth’s future. So we could start over, and live happily-ever-after. It wasn’t turning out that way, was it?

I had a little bit of anxiety. Being one of the top runners in Kansas and you get to Tulsa and everyone is a state champion somewhere. So not knowing whether or not I'm going to be as successful was a big part of it.

Impatience is a hindrance. As with all things if you attempt to take shortcuts, the final destination will rarely be as good and may even be attainable.