Letting go


I can imagine standing here...falling into the lull, the blue cavern of solitude. I can imagine the absolute silence, the cool wind coming in off of the water, the faint echo of waves moving into the mouth of the cave and pouring back out again. Today is forever hectic, but I am reminded that I can create a space for reflection, even if at my desk. Maybe it's the wet summer we've had, but I feel change in the air today. I am expecting some sort of transformation through an event...but what will it be.

Off to ponder yet another awkward premonition,

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