A woman at the desk asked me once what I was training for.
I gave her the list — the gear, the plan, the app, the target for the spring.

She waited the way people wait when the actual answer has not been said yet,
and then the phone went, and she took it,
and I have never finished that sentence.

Not to her. Not to anyone.
It has been open on the desk for seven months like a tab I cannot close.

The Book of the Merchant — Wall 49:7