What could be noted here tonight?
Perhaps that is the most worthy note: a question that incites me to look, to listen, to open my heart to the infinite possibilities right here at my desk at this very hour, Sunday drifting nonchalantly toward Monday, a drizzle outside, me thinking of heading off to bed.
A question that incites me to widen my perspective: a pair of red-handled scissors in a jumble of pens, the distant roar of a plane overhead, everything depends on everything, everyone on everyone.