It is Monday, reflections and implications and the way it feels under your skin. The small door into Begin Again.

The need to reassemble the face that greets the week.

Loose pieces tumble and clack. The element of chance. The absolute simplicity of what hasn't happened yet.

I am glad of the reintroduction to languor, the way it hums along my bones, this posture of sufficiency and ability and contentment.