Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.
The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.
The thought process can never be complete without articulation.
Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.
Write what you like, then imbue it with life and make it unique by blending in your own personal knowledge of life, friendship, relationships, sex, and work. Especially work. People love to read about work. God knows why, but they do.