Daily Archives: December 9, 2019


Last night I lay in bed and imagined my life before me. And it stretched wide and far—a great space in my imagination. Clear, the faint blue of of a pale robin’s egg or the edge of evening.

I got this feeling that it is not over. I got this feeling that like a child pushed on a swing, I shall travel up and out. That I will keep moving. That I am not done.