It comes to me in fits and starts,
tonight I read, and I’m just awash in the author’s wisdom.
I think about tomorrow, and it is not as bad as what yesterday’s, yesterday seemed to be.
I even think I can look at tomorrow, and even the oncoming winter with a different eye.
It took the simple things, like always, and remembering.
Procrastination is an act of loneliness, and I am not as alone as I thought.