The day begins in darkness and quiet. Again I wake up long before dawn, and wander through the fields of my thoughts, trying to capture the scenery.
I get the sense there is something afoot, just outside my ken. And the thought leaves me vaguely disturbed, discontent, impatient.
I note this and know the inner agitation should be addressed no matter the cause by those tried and true methods.
Indeed, the day does not offer too much time for such even at this early hour. Off and away for the weekend, most likely, various meetings, and gatherings, and maybe even a party. Social things. And likely good for my soul… this soul which seems raw over the last couple of days, and so distractions might be quite nice. Scratching only makes it worse you know.