A woman sits next to an old rotary phone, waiting for it to ring. After a while, she picks it up to check for a dial tone. She keeps waiting.
Dark clouds circle overhead. A woman crawls into a pillow fort with a blanket, a flashlight, and a few books. And her cat. And some snacks and bottled water. She waits. And waits.
A woman sits at a bar, drinking, alone. She periodically checks her phone for the time. She’s waiting for someone. After she finishes her drink, she leaves. Alone.
Someone sits on a bench, waiting. Every so often, they check the time. Not an anxious kind of waiting. Excited, but happy to be in the moment, waiting for a good thing to arrive.