Conceding the Day

I cling to this day as if I do not want it to end. The rinse-and-repeat pattern of my life does not appeal to me now. If I had marked this day as fascinating, what would have been different? What cast of characters would be enlisted to act out the scenes of everyday life? As if to add a mystery to the novel del dia, I want to clarify, if not uncover the liars that wrote the book of rhetoric and see if they will confess their crimes. And it was not enough. The day presses on; it will soon become a brand new day. One full of new twists and parallel connections. A day that will fill me with pride and swell within my breast. As the song of the working man makes me who I am. And thus I concede. But the month is young and does not travel quickly. I am ok with that. Yes, that will do.