I have had to fight off waves of negativity this morning. Everything seems so dry and tinderbox-like. Menacing.
I long for the closed-in thick, swirling mist of a place on the Long Tom Pass I visit often.
I seek silence. Also moisture. Also inner peace, inner joy.
I'm alone here, and glad. I would not want to put anyone through me.
(Looking up, at last, I wonder now if today might be when the rain finally comes.)
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