It’s cloudy today, and we’re supposed to get precipitation in the afternoon, but whether that will be rain or snow, well, that’s dealer’s choice. The weather also says the temperature will be at freezing, so it could go either way.
Or both ways.
So be careful out there.
Today I have that vague feeling that I need…something. I don’t know what, I don’t even know the category of what, I only know that I have this faint nagging echoing through.
I’m not hungry, I’ve just eaten, I’m even still finishing my coffee, a fancy one today, with frothed milk.
It’s not an object, because I am surrounded by objects, weighed by objects, drowning in objects, so many objects, it’s time to gather them and release them back into the wild.
Not literally, of course, that would be littering and not cool, I mean letting them find their next home. Everyone and everything needs a next home once in a while, even if it’s temporary.
So who knows.
Perhaps it’s fueled by the unknowing of the full breadth of what we’re facing; maybe it’s a story bubbling up to the surface.
That happens too.
Sometimes it’s not my own needs at all, but the needs of someone I haven’t met yet, someone who will only exist inside my own head unless or until they can make the leap to someone else’s, traveling on an express train of words.
It’s been a long time and a lot of life events since I felt that particular pull, so perhaps, perhaps, it’s become unfamiliar.
Now these are the kinds of things I used to keep to myself, when these random feelings of a missing jigsaw piece pop up. I used to keep them to myself because they are the kinds of things that, if you express them in person to the people who hear only the specific words and not the sentiment, you get a look like you are a wounded sheep or on the brink of an endless and messy descent.
But the thing is.
When you write these things down, these experiences that feel odd and familiar you find other people for whom the same things are odd and familiar.
Perhaps your background lighting is different, perhaps the color palette or the shape or the location, but in the core of it all…
You know what I mean.
Maybe that doesn’t solve it for either of us, this entirely internal mystery, but at least it builds a stairway from our towers and doorways for our fences.
And that is it for me this Wednesday. I hope whatever you need, you find.
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