Feeling pinned down. Put it out there and then it is likely to come back to you. It will have many forms, but why should I be surprised when the form it returns in is "1's" and "2's"? It may be only wind that I am seeing--feeling--or it may be breezes of the discontent that will blow like no other wind chill. Change vs. transition.

Always the gentleman. Never the close and never the quick. Well . . .maybe some time. But only quick with my tongue (right?). My emotions. My commitment to ends. Bring the tomorrow.

I may be finding it hard to shake this come Thursday morning.

Whatever happens on Wednesdays? Stuck in the middle of the week but anxiously waiting for the results of some flight of fancy. I feel I already know. The writing is on the wall. It is rolled out before me. . .

Well..whatever is. Already is.

Simply smiles and no regrets. Really.