Remedy

I began listening to Mraz the winter after eighth grade.

I remember, because that was after the summer he moved.

I remember the song, and I remember every word of the lyrics.

I remember trying to analyze it. Printing out the lyrics, pouring over the words with Nandita.

I remember that it was important. Silly now, but it was something unusual back then.

I remember thinking: Whatever happens, happens.

And it has only occurred to me just now that it is entirely possible that nothing will happen. Nothing at all.

But, possibility is not the same as probability.

And so we wait.