The shadows from the trees dance in the sunlight cast upon my wall, rippling thoughts will have me lost before I finish my first cup of coffee. Where am I going? Where have I been? Touching on a little bit of everything, I just let it wander while I chase it. This morning I was told I'm like a bull in a China shop, which is only half true. If anything I liken myself to the elephant in the room, people think they know me but they don't even know the half of it. I may even be a skeleton in the closet, and while we often have them I wonder how rarely we become them.
On the other hand...
I feel pretty good. The cool air is settling in my veins and I can feel that something is shifting within me. I don't think it's a bad thing, in fact, just the opposite. I can't describe it but I know it's there just underneath the surface. A couple random plans are coming together, and people generally irritate, yet fascinate, me all at the same time.
Little ever does.