Waiting

Patiently waiting. Luxor Train Station, Egypt.
I love the raw feel of the Holga. A refreshing change from digital.
The past few days can best be described as somewhat similar to waiting for a train to arrive. You stand at the platform, knowing that your train will come in 8 minutes, but every 30 seconds you glance at your watch, perhaps trying to break the routine of pacing along the platform; unwittingly creating another. Don't get me wrong. I am having a ball of a time. But in a way, it is like living on borrowed time, with an expiry date in sight. Yet if everything would last forever, we would cherish nothing. Such is human nature.