(about a dream that waited for its time)

To be honest, I'd never worn a wristwatch before.
Not because I didn't like them, or because they were uncomfortable.
It was simply that, deep down, I knew: in the world of watches, there were 'them,' and then there was everything else.

I always felt that one day, they would be on my wrist.
The very ones — Tank.
Beloved by Jackie Kennedy, Andy Warhol, Princess Diana.
Laconic, strict, and yet full of the poetry of lines and light.

And now, that moment has arrived.
For the first time in my life, the watch I've dreamed of for years adorns my hand.
I look at them and feel as if they've always been with me.
They were just waiting for me to be ready to wear them.