I manifest richness in soul and spirit.

An inner life has stock in it, and stock has to be laid in during ordinary weather. Music you know well enough to hear without playing it. A view you have walked often enough that you can go there behind your eyes on a bad afternoon.

None of it seems useful at the time of acquiring. It looks like idling.

Then a hard week arrives and you find you are not empty-handed — that there is something in there to reach for, put down years earlier by a version of you who had no idea what it was being saved for.