Gosh...it seems like its been for ever.
I suppose, this year, in a way, has been like that. So many things were thought of amid so many things happening. It always seems like it's taking so much time or sometimes never enough.
Its curious this inspiration....like a river that flows through lands. Or is all dried up , leaving in its wake not a single live thought. We - for whom it's the periodical dry season-pray to the rain gods or powers that be to deliver them from the naught.
So, I am still waiting.
Mercury has fallen, it's a pleasant chill that is mildly numbing the persistent edginess.
Sort of like expectations aligning with reality...I feel far closer to the ground.
What next?
What indeed.
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