I broke the two day streak, but the earliest we can practice is next week. The difficult work is almost done, but the pains of the studio are coming. And though it's unseasonably warm, the grays will soon sweep the colors from the sky.
Delays open a void, tearing apart progress, replacing the spectacular with the ordinary. And in them I feel calm, but unsettled. Analytically, I know we will be alright as long as we keep moving, but underneath I'm restless because time is passing.