I thought too much and my head was hardening, so I went downstairs and put water in a large pot and started peeling potatoes. Just sitting on the cold kitchen floor and watching the brown skin elegantly slice into the trash felt new. A newness was there; I was just peeling away the old, the grainy cloak filled with dirt. New was there. Old was just being taken away. Well, nothing is ever really new...just a taking away of the old and revealing what was hidden for so long, boiling in the trapped heat, its structure melting and slouching. Peel away the shell and feel the tender, cold touch of new. She's waiting to be opened.