If Monday seems a way away

Whether running solo or partnering up

On days when dawn and dusk become one

When time stands unclaimed

And stories need to find their start

Your imagination needs to be realised

When endeavour seems to be the only option

Or the rest too obvious Journeys beckon (all the time)

And the city looks best as a distant glow

You are too trashed from the day before

There’s only one thing to do:

Step out.