Subways and laughter.
Sunday and Monday were vicious beasts, but I found peace and guidance yesterday in a quiet place with a single yellow rose.
Last night was a raucous palace of joyful giving and savage hope, and they let me be a part. I was overjoyed to be able to give. A blessed blessing, if you will.
Today promises to be full of plans and schemes, stories and secrets. Whatever comes, let us draw from its well.