The lonely lady, all to herself, sat still, still waiting for the final moment to pass. What moment was it that what she was waiting on would finally come? Only time could tell, and her town title being 'The Patient' meant more than just a title. It's what she was. She was the very patient one, the one that could wait for days for a simple act.

How long must she wait?

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Picture not really related, but it fit.
Story thought of when waiting outside for something while it was snowing.
As well as listening to a song called Christofori's Dream by David Lanz.