It's Wednesday, here in the middle, the straddling day, the pinnacle. Day of guile and misdirection, contest, trickery and reward. Watch your step. There are greater powers that come to bear. Don't think that you're it. You're not it. Show respect. Do right.

Hm.

It is Wednesday. There is room around it. Let me step simply. 

I am grateful for the air that moves through it. The light that falls. The ground that holds steady.