The spaces in between.

The brief moment that falls between the thinking and the doing.

When all the thoughts have been had, words have been said, and decisions made, the transfer from thought to deed occurs.

Not always is it a long deliberation nor yet an epic feat.

Sometimes it's as simple as deciding to get up from one's bed, getting one's feet upon the floor, one's legs to take the lift of the body shape, and then do something with the potential of the new day.

He waited.

It was the hardest thing he ever had to do but he would do it. Time and again, he would do it.For respect. For pride. For love.

He waited.

It was overcast and heavy outside. The wind huffed its way through the trees, setting their leaves all a fluster. Somewhere a dog was barking. Shouting his scorn in words falling upon deaf ears. People moved too and fro on their journeys, passing one another with hurried defensive strides.

He spent many days at this window. Warm within his comfortable home, running his gaze back and forth as the world bustled on by. The world had gone and gotten itself in an awful hurry.
The broad features were rich with care worn lines and as usual a slight frown drew his heavy eyebrows slightly closer together. It hadn't been too long since the last visit from the little story teller, but still he felt the creep of that loneliness return. For so long he had existed without companionship and had, so he believed, been quite content. 

Now, he wasn't so sure.