The world hasn’t gone mad,
In fact things are just the same,
Miami sun is living to predictability,
And fall is settling clear
,pushing off seasonal rain…
Family is good,
Really nothing there to report…
Work is as expected-no kink nor quirk.
But somehow in all this sameness, there is this inner current of change..
A natural transition from wordiness,
That lets me know everything is not everything.
When my natural inclination to warm turns downright chilly at best,
And my quiet times have become inescapable rest…
Then I know I have run out of that ingredient that makes me renew in love. That feeling worn down by lies, continued disregard and distrust….
To be continued. ..