Storms between 3 and 5 a.m. have led me to begin now.

My cats aren’t all that excited.  Neither are my plants.

I am.

I thought I might spend a whole day making and choosing and snipping and stitching, with less time reading endless articles about the… you know.

I write mostly nonfiction, essays.  About once a year, I “get” a poem.

I’ll catch a bunch of them later today.

It’s 5:08 a.m., and I am never awake in this piece of the night.