Here is a short piece I remember writing. It was a cool, clear night in Oklahoma and I couldn't sleep. I was upstairs in an old, black-and-white two-story house; I opened the window, removed the screen, and sat on the window sill, leaning against the frame. My CD player (remember those) was playing Vivaldi. I sat, looking at the night sky and thinking about my life. I remember thinking about how small I felt, about the mistakes I'd made, and still not feeling overwhelmed or insignificant, just resolute. I picked up a clipboard with paper and a pen and wrote this with one leg hanging out the window. I hope you enjoy it.