Today I wrote the same poem four different times. I’m not sure if each one counts as a new draft. I think I’ve come to something that’s okay. Who knows.
But I did get solid work done on the light series. I’m assuming we’re going to have to come to class next quarter with an entire series on day one, and so I’m getting a bit of a jump start. By jump start, I mean a slow plod towards the starting line.
I miss running with a team. Chalk of the start line. Crack of the gun. (sidenote)