Sunday morning. Early awakening. Heavy, low skies. The sound of the washing machine. Solitude. Half an hour on the yoga mat. Inversions. Deep breaths down to my toes. Quiet reading sessions with nowhere to go. But also, work. Mostly work with images and words. Things that I am good at. Flat white. Always flat white, never anything else. Sometimes, I drink as many as three. I buzz with positivity, energy, and dreams.