How fitting to play the game and the word be tomorrow when today I wrote on my website about yesterday. Funny how the words interchange, mingle, moving one to the next, a jumble on my tongue and a moving target of time for my mind. Tomorrow, how lovingly the word trips across my heart, without regret I breathe it in. For once I am calm. Despite the tv chatter of doom and gloom, the bills that pile and the dreams running backwards, I am perfectly fine. Tomorrow, the place I strive for today. The place where I know all is well.