no such thing as a perfect half boiled egg...

i have always had a fascination with half boiled eggs...
something about the precision of the timing...
the delicate boiling of water...
and that pleasant surprise when you crack it...

and i do not even eat eggs...

my grandmom always made the perfect half boiled eggs...
for the past 22 years, she has always made it the same way...
when i called my grandmom to ask her about it, she said...
the eggs will tell you when they're done, they'll dance...

with her vague instructions i decided to give it a go...
in went the eggs...
and i waited...
and finally, they danced...

when i cracked it open...
it wasn't perfect...
but it was as close as i ever got...
why am i even talking about half boiled eggs?

because i believe that in life...
there're only some things you have control over...
for the rest...
you'll need to wait for it...

sometimes all you need is a little dance...
and maybe some luck...
and for all you know...
when it cracks, you too will crack a smile...

if only you were an egg...