Is it Sunday morning or Saturday night? It’s certainly later that Friday night and the clockwork post. Tick tock. Friday came…. and went.
A scene plays out in my head. I feel the sea of emotions rise and swell, rolling me, and I try to steady my course. It is dark and while I can feel the wind and the spray, proverbially speaking, the big waves, remain lost in the gloom of what might be.
I will not go overboard and I will not drown. I am not lost at sea, but…. I am tired. Tired of holding the wheel. Tired of the same course each week give or take. I need to get out of this storm. Get out of these cold clothes. What I need is to find a refuge. To disembark and walk the world as the other part of me. To breathe cool air and not gasp.
Water lashes the cabin and there is no sign of land. I know there will be. Perhaps in another month. I just need to hold things together and ride the waves. They will pass, I tell myself.
I give a knowing look to the scene in my head. They will pass It is the only thing round here that does. 😉