It is my habit to sow in my mind images that are waiting for the right moment to hatch.
The present is a chimera, foolish words that the mind tries to write every time it stops to breathe a little. Its scroll has been unfolding for billions and billions of years.
I keep singing, went out last night, happy with my class. I don't know if I'm really making progress, but this learning is in the air of my time, fitting very well in this season of my life.