
Night-Morning
There’s something about a daybreak, though, that’s amazing to me. The hour or so just before it. “Night-morning”, as my Grandma Gwen used to call it when explaining it to me as a preschooler.
Relax
Recent efforts have been forced. They’ve felt as much. Whatever. I got ‘em out of the way and posted ‘em and there they are and it’s whatever. Take what you can from them. I’m talking to me as much as to anyone reading this. What’s most important, here, is that I not stop. Gotta keep going. If I pause, I might not pick it up, again. I’ve gone long pauses in the past before resuming. Starting over, really. I think that, next time, it’s done. I can’t have that.