Restlessness has the capacity to dwarf meaning with it's unrelenting chatter. It's like a hum you can't shake..........a tinnitus of the soul. It's always there niggling away and if you aren't aware of it's presence, you can easily feed it the wrong food.
March has arrived like a lion, and if there's anything to that myth, there bloody well better be a lamb waiting at the end of it. More snow, cold winds, grey skies this weekend........... the view outside my window is a scene right out of a Bergman movie.
I'm tapped out of anything uniquely interesting to write about. Restlessness is winning, which is also a sign that I'm almost over this crazy flu bug. My energy is returning......not fully, but almost...... gotta find my optimism again. It's stuck under 5 frigging feet of snow!
Tomorrow, back to the grind. The month of March sucks.