Some days are different. On some days the cumulative work of the past months and years breaches the surface of my mind and surges skyward in a torrent of heroic creation. In an instant the blindfold comes off and the rocks I’d been faithfully stacking in the dark take shape as crenellated parapets of the greatest of forts. Those special days swell into the paragraphs and chapters of my life, forcing everything else unceremoniously into the margins. - Intentionally nothing
This is such a beautifully written prose.