A small ant scurries across a scrap of a piece of fake-blue plastic, a remnant from a yogurt container. The blue stands out among the other colors that surround the cedar bench on which I sit. I am a seasoned warrior in the Million Mile Club, which means my visits to the airport lounge are frequent and free. But it’s not easy. I have been advised to find quiet time. I’m not about to quit, so I come here to turn the engines off and get my prescription filled.

He touches down two feet away to look at me with one eye, then snatches

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: