This is one of those moments:
I'm holding my breath.
Something - everything - is about to change, in ways I don't even know yet.
Some moments, when I think about it, I'm beaming, trying to hide the split-wide-open smile from the world that doesn't yet know what might be happening here.
And then I have to find a place to park where no one will notice that I'm weeping into my steering wheel.
Because of a strange confluence of circumstance, I have time right now, in a week when I did not expect to have time, and so I am thinking about all that may be, can be, will be.
It is there, so close, and yet not quite certain yet.