On a humid day lived through these past few weeks, no storm front nearby, clouds are seen from a distance to burgeon, drift and dissipate. Obligations, tasks, errands, deadlines have for years kept my sense of time separate from the aimlessness miles away. For the first time since childhood, I felt as if I were not even moving faster than the clouds, and that I could ruminate on the sky during a hot day in early autumn.
But the muse had only a minute of value, as nobody relies on a child.