Our planets spin in revolutions only science can explain; like how meteorologists are magicians when it comes to describing the rain, or the way conductors know at which platform, and at what time, your train will arrive, or how doctors can look you up and down and pin point, with accuracy, where you’re in pain, like a miller creating silk wholemeal flour from coarse capsules of beige and brown grain, or like experienced pilots landing again in LAX after 7 hours in the same seat in the same plane, or how writers can sit down at keys and make them dance into Steinbeck, Hemingway or the holy Mark Twain.
Last night you escaped early because the girl you wanted to leave with left moments before you did; and now you’ll be back in bed checking if your horoscopes match and if your love compatibility is worthy of a ‘I’m in love’ badge.