Restless

Odd quirky mood. There is too much going on but what it really comes down to is kitchen midden, all the small, repetitive things that make up a life. When the winds are right, they blow up into fullscale drama. You catch the current; for a little while you’re flying.

Death has been much on my mind. Under the circumstances, I suppose that’s to be expected.

I went to the beach for the first time in several days yesterday. The sunset is never ordinary. That’s a constant.