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  • He left a message on my cell phone; I listened to it while I walked from the office to my car. "Where are you? Come home," he said. Then, a little louder and firmer: "Come home NOW." I laughed, knowing he was only half-serious.

    My husband thinks that I work too much. That I need to stop and relax once in a while. And I do. Or, rather, I try. When he teases me, he's kidding but he's not. He worries about my busy brain, and I am grateful for his worry; it keeps me safe.

    As I turned onto the busy four-lane road leading west from campus, the sun was just slipping down behind the south farms; the sky was foggy and gray and vaguely pink behind the hundred year old round barns of this sprawling land grant university on the prairie. Without thinking I swung left, detouring from my route home, armed only with my imagination and my iPhone camera. I arrived home even more late, but glowing.

    The universe finds ways to nudge us into creativity.
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