I guess we have to keep him this time.

He made it, I mean, thank goodness. He made it out just in time.

We were kind of relieved to get him out of here.

We were so tired after all of the attention. In fact, I really feel sorry for the movie stars now. I have an inkling of what they go through.

Imagination seems to come fast and true in the morning and evening light, the bookends of the day, shifting as books come and go like moments in time. It’s during these times in which the phrases “It is so” and “It is not so” become “It might be so” and “It might not be so.” In this way, the black and white realism of the day transforms into colorful winged possibilities of morning and night.

In time, it resolves itself.