Waiting for the water to boil..

There are times in our lives that are non- times, like sitting in an airport lounge waiting for a flight, finally giving in to a salad or nuts or glass of wine because it's there.  The time spent (wasted?) is a life in a waiting pattern. Yet the times we spend waiting for the water to boil or at red lights or airport lounges are some of my most comforting. It seems that it's the precious seconds before the crash or the storm that are best appreciated. Yes, when I grind my coffee beans and hear the slight bubbling of the water kettle before its final and automatic click off, I'm safe, warm and dry, I'm at peace actually more than in a holding pattern. It's a precious time where I'm lost in the process of something. There is no time spent on observances or judgements or things to do.  I am absolutely free of mind clutter, and it's wonderful.  It's seems no matter what, these seconds are my own. There is no drama, no crisis, no disease, no thought of good or bad hot or cold, time, cal wanders, appointments or schedules. It's pure bliss, I have nothing and everything at the same time. I exist and that's all I need to do.
They say we are creatures of habit, and I guess waking up is the best one to have each day until the last.  But what I remember isn't all the big moments or travels or life experiences, it's this time that I'll file as the ultimate freedom in time and space, that time of waiting for the water to boil.