The studio is brighter these days. It's not the light -- it's late winter and my studio gets no direct light regardless of the time of year. It's not the temperature or the background music or the podcasts or the plethora of materials. It's not the re-organization, the thinning of the herd that makes everything easier to find. It's not the wonderful Costco memory foam floor mat and the comfort it brings my back and knees. It's time; wonderful, glorious, time without limit. No end-of-the-summer to fear. No singular one-day-a-week to forcibly concentrate all of my efforts within. I have time and a future of more time. When I use up this day, there will be tomorrow and next week and next month and next year. The only thing I've ever craved and daydreamed about has been time. I've always wanted more. I want all the time. All of it.