by Tom Swift

Essay filed. In the meantime, illness paid a visit. Nothing serious, nothing that could not be endured, certainly nothing of the order of which many deal daily, but enough to cause a downshift in gears.

Is there any moment better in life than the one in which your become newly aware malady is on its way out? You are perhaps not free, not yet, but the door is open and the visitor’s backside is in view?

The breath resumes its optimal cadence.