questions come and go. certainty fades from light to dark with strange rythym and tone. i know and the i don’t. and then i think i know. color is not crucial today. it’s almost winter after all. introspection has been served up for nearly a month. it’s been a fasting of sorts that has left questions strewn about just like a tsunami might toss around lawn furniture.
and in the aftermath of a hurricane, one cannot deny the loss or struggle. but one definitely needs to let go, clean what debris one can, throw out the junk that’s ruined and re-asses needs and priorities before moving on. the consolation is movin on. not because i really want to, but because i can.