I sat at a small diner on the edge of nothingness, looking outward. With only a bitter cup of coffee and a single piece of average pumpkin pie I watched, but didn't say a thing. Peering around I realized that I was the only one, as everyone else had left for a status of repose.
I waited for something to happen not realizing that the 'something' I needed waited for me in the same manner. What I needed was a catalyst or an inspiration to make my own way to that thing; that time and place I could almost touch and know exactly what to do when I did.