It's a high. Every time I watch you people, so blissfully unaware of what's coming, knowing more than you, it's a drug, and I just can't get enough. When I finally do show up (within a week for those playing along at home), I think this is what I'll miss most. Moving invisibly closer, watching you slouching about your days, I'm honestly going to miss it. I wouldn't trade what comes after I arrive for this, though. Not for a moment.
And I am watching. Your silly political plays, grumpy champions, your new arrivals, I'm watching and I'm taking it all in. And I'm laughing. I don't know who I'll be coming for, but if the past month has been any indication, whoever it is doens't have a chance.
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