Here I am,
Another night on the clock and another night across the bridge from the place I call home.
I’ve been thinking….
eventually the seeds I plant will grow. Maybe not all of them, but some will. So long as I keep moving, or keep doing, something will happen.

I say this because long nights at work tend to get quiet. I sit in an office and watch the clock. I wait for the jobs I oversee to finish, and then I sleep for a few hours.
I do this because each hour I put on the clock adds to another seed in my garden. And someday, I’ll be able to watch it grow.