Maybe you can't turn on a dime or wake up a changed person. Perhaps it's slower and much more subtle. I still feel that there are those epiphanies, however. You can look around you and realize that person you were a year ago isn't around anymore. On one hand a bit of a surprise, on another, not so much. It's been happening every moment after all. My creativity got pushed aside for the last couple of years. Eventually, I even stopped dipping my toes into the waters of poetry. I feel it creeping back a bit. Hiding in the shadows and meeting me in my dreams. Excited to see what comes of it, or if anything does at all. Tis the season of heat and nosebleeds.