"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Saw a Bald Eagle Today
Driving up past the snowy fields, a bald eagle skimmed across the highway directly in front of me. Had to unsnap all of the snapping "doubt sensors" that told me not to believe that I had seen something so cool here in Northwest Ohio.
Nope...it was a bald eagle about 50 feet in front of me...