Check!

Maybe you're like me, writing lists about everything. Things to do, places to see, friends to call and books to read. Lists, lists everywhere. And somewhere inside, you just know that you're never going to finish them. You're never going to be able to put "check" at the end of each and every line. But maybe that's the beauty of it, of this list writing. It's like dreaming, and it keeps you wanting to go further, always yearning to see what's behind the next corner.

But maybe, just maybe, the real magic is what happens in between those lists, the rows of what to do. The unexpected, unplanned. A random meeting with a stranger, a film you never thought you'd see, or that book that just happened to be on sale that day. That shooting star on your way home after work midweek.

Was J. Lennon right? Is life what happens while you're busy making other plans?