What’s the last thing you missed because you were waiting for it?

I was thinking about the crew breakfasts after a long shift—how we’d always wait for the coffee to finish brewing, or the last pancake to come off the griddle. But sometimes, by the time it was ready, someone had already left the kitchen. The silence after the fire… it doesn’t just go quiet. It remembers. I keep wondering what we’re all still waiting for, and what we’ve already lost in the pause.