It starts with an idea for a project, a smell that conjures a memory or the sensory tug when I see or hear something beautiful.
I awaken to a blue sky and birds singing outside my window. A pleasant song plays in my head. My mood barometer seems stable, while hundreds of miles offshore, a tropical storm is forming from the warm water near my equator.
In the past, I had no early warning system to forecast or predict a hypomanic hurricane’s severity or when it would make landfall.
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