I lost one. I woke up in the small hours with this brilliant thought – something that I was going to write about at scintillating length. Something both you and me would have loved to get our minds around.
As I fell back into a comfortable slumber, I was sure that I would remember it. I was certain that it would be with me when I woke again. But, when I surfaced this morning – my hands were empty. Like a slippery fish, the idea had slithered through my mental fingers and was gone.
So this is a memorial for the one that got away. Swim well, little thought. May we meet again.