I awoke this morning in despondence of a dream where I am standing in the stingy rain, feeling too wet. While the heat rises off the pavement, burning my cheeks, burning my heart that beats too fast, I cannot catch my breath. Questions arise in the shadows. Is there something in my heart that I deny? Or am I trying to force meaning and rationalization where they do not belong? And I fear the answer to the former is yes. And I awake in a sweat, soaking wet.