I’ve spent an indulgent weekend reading rather than working. Yet, this isn’t as slack as it sounds (even if I’m behind where I hoped to be with my urban fantasy novel). The break relaxed, refreshed and stimulated my brain. Proof? A poem–short but whole, quality not guaranteed–popped into my head last night. I’m dubious with its last line (I’ll post above), but it’s exciting to find creativity renewed by something as simple as indulging a favourite passion–books.