Maybe tomorrow it’s going to rain. I’d better get out right now, today, and soak up that lovely sun. Just in case.
Maybe tomorrow there won’t be tree branches lying on the ground broken by the recent snowfall. I’d better gather them today and bring them home and let them scent the indoors with pine and spruce and balsam.
Maybe tomorrow there won’t be a robin singing a spring-like song. I’d better listen, stop and listen.
Maybe tomorrow there won’t be a father at the end of a phone line three thousand miles away. I’d better phone today. Now.