Rivington Guitars on 4th Street in NYC's East Village. I had never been there before. A guitar store is like candy to me. An addiction. But it was locked up tight so I contented myself with peering thru the window like a prisoner longing to get in.
All those minutes, hours, even days of waiting. Then it comes to you like a gift. Of course you've worked hard for it. Prepared the way, so to speak. Still, you are only a small part of the process. All the universe must come into alignment, and God must take small notice of your pain. Then suddenly it is there. Inspiration. Like a breath of life.