18th April 2005

These days it finally feels like the final phase of a journey. When I try to think of how close I have become to the people of Glasgow, I am gently prodded by something inside. Prodded and patted and soon I forget. I am reminded closeness can never be consciously created, anticipated or destroyed. It can only be felt when it arrives. It will overwhelm, but only to the extent required. It will leave unannounced without a bitter taste in the mouth or heart. It will return quietly through the back door and not crash the gate.

You will not have to wait. It will never be late. It is all something like fate. Why judge, why think, why should we rate? We love the feeling, and the waiting. Yes... it's all very great.