Some of Each, in a Rain Storm

Throughout the long pour-down of rain yesterday, I travel. First, in the dark of pre-dawn, I travel a dreamscape, write to page 246 of this new adult novel of mine. It's a number bearing no actual significance, save that there, within page 245, are the seeds of the novel's ending, a turning toward, a knowing that, someday, I'll finish this—a fact I would not have bet on until yesterday's strum-beat of rain. Mid-morning Body Pump at the gym with friends is a journey away from me, my mind. ...