An odd realisation: I’ve become a pouncer. I never used to pounce. Au contraire, I used to hide. In fact I’d go so far as to say hiding was my forte. And hiding is still nice sometimes and necessary sometimes. But I supplement it with pouncings. What do I pounce upon? Opportunities. Too many - way too many - have escaped in the past, so now if I see one trying to slip by I can’t help myself. Pounce! Pouncing particularly occurs when it comes to writing and music. An example: