Midnight between Morning
What I have to say summing up the last 9 days is this – “big things have small beginnings”. It all started with a little black book I found in an unlikely place in an unremarkable part of town. I was drawn to the surprise color from the flash of green ribbon holding its possibilities together. The worn cover was black, and I liked the weight of it in my hand. On the first page written in precise cursive was one sentence - I travel gates thru midnight between morning.