His longing shall be answered

The lone walker drags his feet on the long dirt road as he progresses toward his house. Under the moonlight, his eyes became accustomed to the darkness of the night as his feet recursively travelled that same road over and over and over. In his mind, he tries to flee the eternal recurrence of this short walking trip in his life by focusing on the variations that the weather brings to the surrounding scenery. The orange trees are thirsty these days. It’s mid-winter, but the seasonal rain didn’t arrive yet. The mind speculates about the resilience on the trees in these conditions, and makes an ironic comparison to the status of the walker himself. Is it true that waiting will bare its fruits? Is it guaranteed that his longing shall be one day answered?