I've spent an indulgent weekend reading rather than working. Yet, this isn't as slack as it sounds (even if I'm behind where I hoped to be with my urban fantasy novel). The break relaxed, refreshed and stimulated my brain. Proof? A poem--short but whole, quality not guaranteed--popped into my head last night. I'm dubious with its last line (I'll post above), but it's exciting to find creativity renewed by something as simple as indulging a favourite passion--books.