You wake up the next morning, roll over, and there, on the pillow beside you rests what seemed like such a wonderful idea the night before. Your hand reaches out, tentatively, then withdraws, unsure what to do next. There’s no going back. The thrill of initial discovery is gone forever, but that doesn’t mean the love affair has to end.
Ok, so like millions of others, I woke up with my Harry Potter hangover after having stayed up late to read the book from start to finish on Saturday. I always do this (I’m blessed/cursed to be a fast reader) and always wonder if I would have enjoyed it more if I had found a way to slow down and inhabit the world a little longer. Still, it was a beautiful way to spend the day and I’ll cherish it always…until the next one. There is going to be another one, right?