ah.. the blog is once again functional.
i was starting to get desperate. oh yeah, i live in desperation.

from gone fishing by walter mosley

Early morning is the best time. You're fully rested but not awake enough to remember how hard it all is. Morning is like being a child again, and morning before the sun is out is like those magic times that you hid under the bed and in between the clothing hanging in your mother's closet. Time when any kind of miracle could come about just as normal as a spider making her web.