This year, for the first
time in a long while, I did not go to church on Easter. I had no
clear reason why. I had been working hard on a project in the weeks beforehand, and when I finally came up for air, it was 1:00am on Easter morning. I had just
emerged from that luxurious place of concentration so complete that you forget the
rest of the world is there−when you sit down to work for a little while in a coffee shop, and the next time you look up, the room is empty but for the person sweeping the space around you, gently reminding you they closed ten
minutes ago. |









