Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.
Learning when 'enough is enough' is the discipline of a lifetime.
Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
Actors between plays are like ghosts looking for bodies to inhabit.
What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.