It seems that there are so many fresh thoughts and ideas coming into my head;
So much new information: News items, results of studies and research…
Yet the things that are solid enough to put on paper – or computer – seem old and stale.
The new things are like trying to catch clouds
Or hold the current of a river still long enough to be examined and described.
Does it always have to be that the newborns of life are soft and pliable?
But then, that is part of their loveliness.
Hopes, dreams, possibilities:
All like children yet to be conceived!
O that I will be able to hold some long enough to write about them!