Have you guys recovered from November’s poem a day? I of course, escaped unscathed. I’m past all that. Except I’ll do it if I want to find out if I still can. Like tonight I suppose. Can I still write? Isn’t that a question that needs answering? What else needs answering? Who do you answer to? Someone said that in life one learns to ask the right questions. The answers may not be forthcoming but the questions, oh the questions. I think it’s really important to be questioning. What answer are you seeking? Keats came up with a brilliant answer: negative capability. So if you remember his quote–” that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”–that is perhaps the answer. Your prompt is to think about your answer to what you’re seeking. The answer, as Dylan puts it, could be blowing in the wind.