Because

Because tomorrow we are bound for snow, I tonight post color. Because it is winter and indoors, I declare early summer, a garden. Because I disappeared for a while to write a novel, and because the writing hurt, because it brutalized, because it taught me something, I announce the blessings of pushing through. For no certain win. For no sure glory. For nothing more than the satisfaction (weary, and good) of knowing that I asked the best of myself, and that the I of me stood tall and answered.