Until “Until” is no Longer a Possibility....

The coolness of the night: a blanketing sweetness dissimilar from that of the noontime heat, yellow and salty.

How quietly the night shifts the mind from “can do” to “what if.”

Then, as if time purely leaped a chapter during the hours of clammy, wistful sleep, morning comes with its bands of sun tilting through the blurry windowpanes.

It is the smells of coffees, baked breads, and newspaper inks explaining to us that the coolness of the night is soon forthcoming once again; go and amass involvements and understandings and fears and disasters and successes until “until” is no longer a possibility.