It's good when the play influences the work and the work becomes as play. The summer so far has been blessed with both and I find myself trying not to think about it too hard: to just do what presents itself as the work of the day and to let myself enjoy every moment of it. The sights and sounds of the tropics linger and already have begun to mix with memory. A poem of mine called "The Wild and Tame of Key West" has the line, "Spirit ciphers linger in the sunset," and that's about where my consciousness is these days. Well, the morning awaits and it's back to the novel...