That's the actual quote. Not a thousand, but ten thousand words. So maybe I should just shut up and post the drawing I did outside on the patio this balmy morning, but I can't. I have to at least say how despondent I felt when I got out of bed at 5:15AM, and how the simple wonder of forms and colors and textures emerging with the nascent early light, and my allowing my knotted self to begin to respond was like crawling out of a black, sweltering cave. My wife says that she writes music to save her life. It sounds melodramatic but I really get it.