Seeds

I wish I could say the solution came to me in my dreams, but it did not. The solution came to me when I was lying awake at 2 a.m., and it took two almost hours to receive, bit by bit, in regular intervals, another thought arriving just when I was once again on the verge of sleep. This morning there was a little pile of scrawled reminders beside my foggy head, written in the dark and ripped off the yellow notepad one by one. The pile is not nearly so interesting when I look at it now. The notes are only seeds, and I have to grow a whole garden before I can write lunch.