golden wings

The big day is in the past already, it's done. I told my story once again but this time to another officer. A man this time, more charming than the ice sculpture that interviewed me last September. Before we started the officer asked me if I was relax and I told him that I had been trying to get into that state since todays sunrise, but not even the giant orange that appeared in the sky at seven in the morning took me to the place I wanted. He smiled and told me to drink some water. I accepted the offer and sat on my chair waiting for the best, wishing for the time to run as fast as it could 'cause I just wanted to be out of there, done with it.

The answer is unknown until I find a letter from the man in my mailbox in the next few months, welcoming to Canada, offering me the wings I've been trying to wear for the last few years. But the anxiety is still here, sitting on the right side of my chest waiting for the time to pass. What else can I do besides keep fulfilling my dreams one day at a time and enjoy the rush that this brings to my heart, while I get drunk with the smell of the ocean that travels in the northern breeze, while I fall in love with all the pretty people that hang out in the city of steeples in the middle of the sea. And the waiting won't feel like waiting at all.