Had another post in mind today, but instead found my thoughts stuck on an upturned collar, just briefly, just long enough obliterate the path I'd carefully set out. That piece wasn't going anywhere in particular, so it's no great loss, but still. Funny how a good massage can release demons long held. Clarity swept through as I opened all doors when I got back, some slamming shut - setting the dog right off - as the wind blew from one end of the house to the other. Doors open, doors close, yet clarity is worth seeking, always. Another time, I thought, largely because Rachel drew my attention to this and it's a really great piece. Yeah, so, what Lanchester, eloquently, said. (Thanks, darling Rachel. Your book's cover is perfect, so very you.)