Sometimes clarity isn't the breaking point we were going for. Or hoping for. Sometimes we're standing at the impasse looking in either direction, back and forth, checking for cars or vans or swiftly moving buses, judging whether or not we can safely cross.
The weather has reached that point that we all joke about. Where the heat is cranked in the early morning and by afternoon is ac all the way.
I relish those moments of drastic differences, in life and in weather. Where it's all the same at the end of the day, nothing has Really changed. But there's an influx that happens that begs for your attention.
I crawl into these soft warm places with my heat set in the middle, but open windows, just for the contrast. Just for the experience of the contrast.
I'm addicted to movement. Up or down, across the street or down the hall. It's my crux. It's my infatuation.