And the world turns, time lapsing into the hours filled with days
I am restless, unsatisfied with those once upon a time ago things.

Looks like rain again. I can smell it on the breeze, rich and damp. I can see it in the birds. And I am tired, restless and waiting. Something’s wrong and all too right. I can feel it in the earth, my soul settling and yet not. I am in control and yet not. The edge tips precariously with the ebb and flow of tides unseen. Unbeknownst to me I think I may be happy in solitude for a while.

Buckle down baby, bite the bullet and get your shit together.