The Future
The sun is shining through the window, casting a shadow on the page as I write. I see the movement of the pen across the page. When I set the tip of the pen to paper, the shadow joins the ink, the two work together to lay down words onto the page. I have only a vague idea what the words about to come out may be… Like life itself, we cannot look into the future and say “this or that will happen.” It’s best to look into the future and simply say, what comes to me tomorrow will be the fruit of the seeds that I plant today.