Yearning for Mañana

Kerouac has this quote, which I’ve always loved:

Sure baby, mañana. It was always mañana. For the next few weeks that was all I heard––mañana a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

I feel that quote acutely these days. Mañana. Each day I wait for Milo to make her entrance, I think to myself, it’ll happen tomorrow, and that will be heaven.