Friday, February 12, 2010

More

I have an aunt who, whenever she poured anything for you, would say: “Say when”. My aunt would say, “Say when,” and of course, I never did.
We don’t say “when” because there’s something about the possibility of more. More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.
There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say “when.” I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual… and depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes, all we want is a taste. Other times, there’s no such thing as enough. The glass is bottomless.
And all we want… is more.