I don’t now whether to call this evening freedom with plenty or an old bachelor’s solitary confinement, but I know I’m going to rest alone over that question the better part of a day.

For causes bad and good, I will float out across the universe, eating when I am hungry, sleeping when it comes to me, reading and then not reading the pages of a book left open beside me while the tumult of the world passes by.

One day of seven, evening to evening.

A divine gift.