Change is on the wind, Grendel, and you do sense it, your predator skills attuned as variations and transformations develop around you.
A storm cries out in a sky full of tumultuous writhing, clouds parting briefly to reveal a sun pouring energy into an atmosphere defined by chaos.
A shift in life as we know it grows nearer, more powerful, ready to control our destiny in ways we cannot understand.
A move from known to unknown breeds concern for the familiar we will leave behind in search of the unfamiliar we seek.
A distress for that which we cannot control but which controls us becomes palpable, a heavy thing on the air that clings to each of us like a parasite.
I feel it too, Grendelkitty. Ah, I feel it like a flame against the skin, a moth brushing my cheek with its wings, a terror and a joy wrapped together in one defining moment.
Let’s hope we have the strength we need to survive such frenzied times.