Three

You just can't feel too lazy and tired when you get up and suddenly have in your mind, with clarity, the first sentence of your next book.

I actually savored it, waiting for a few hours to sit down and type it up, just because I wanted to enjoy it, this moment when the chaos that has been surrounding an idea suddenly quiets down, and you have, with a few words, the certainty that IT, whatever its name turns out to be, has started.

(I backblipped a few pictures:
Brady
Rochester
To New York
Goodbye
Going home
Laziness
Skies, always skies