Could I write a moment of inspiration to last a lifetime. On some days I hope to. Inspired mind moves inspired pen, we write our hearts in the night while hanging our troubles from the moon’s curve. A moment to be free, to freely move those digits across keys meant to be pressed. What greater joy is there than doing your passion whatever passion that may be. Redoundency found in redundantly doing that which we love is a good routine. That special bond our hand finds with fencing swords, pots, or pens is special. I treasure that. I need that.