It is time to readdress my life, to invoke new energies from the universe that contains me. Crying over someone's indifference can be genuine, but time is not endless and there is so much I can do instead.
My book has been dormant for over a year. I still believe it is a story to tell. I still have the certitude its melody will sing to some hearts.
Life is reinvented once more, on this cool Autumn morning, a pale sun shining over yellow and red leaves.