Waiting for transit, waiting at a light, waiting in a waiting room.
Yet sometimes we manage to turn waiting into a relaxing pastime.
We recently stopped by Wabasca AB on our travels south to visit family.
It was a beautiful day.
We spent one afternoon watching the kids idly casting a line into the unknown, waiting for the faintest twitch on the rod.
Eventually it came, the bite and the excitement, the line buzzing out as a nine pounder took the lure.
Not bad for an afternoon of practicing patience.
