On BART this morning, I went through my notepad to see what I’ve written in the past few weeks and to mentally recap whatever’s transpired and noticed that I wrote a fair amount of stuff that I don’t remember writing. Sonnet 20 wasn’t included in that observation, but along with all the til-now-unknown uncompleted works, I could still recall the inspiration behind each piece.
And it was nice to tumble through the words with a chipper mind again.