Today ... today ...
Today I gazed upon my ready new Promaster sitting quietly in the gentle rain, crystalline beads of anticipation rolled smoothly down its all-seeing windshield and brilliant alabaster sides. I could sense an eagerness, a restlessness in its gaze. "Take me" ... "Take me out" ... "Take me anywhere" ... its words came into my consciousness like some ancient undeniable truth. Dark remorse crept over my soul as I realized I must deny its faithful, fateful request. "Be patient my stalwart friend" I wanted to say. "Another day ... another day." I stood in my doorway for a moment or two admiring its sweet private beauty, wanting to reach out, to touch, to embrace, to comfort its innate yearning, to satisfy its dutiful hunger. But alas, the neighbors were watching and they already think I'm freakin' nuts. So I gazed back at my young Promaster and with my mind spoke "Tomorrow ... perhaps tomorrow we shall wash and wax poetic."