I was terrified... and then I exulted.
No rehearsal, no practice time. But someone, something, is rooting for us.
Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
Potential experiments are everywhere, but I'm afraid.
Other people delight me even as they scare me.
2018, my optimism is as great as my fear. Be glorious, and grow no more.
Was I right then to keep it, this piece of Israel forever mine, something to hold, something to carry, like a gift or a found treasure or a stolen trinket?
