Exuviae remind me that life transforms into something else.
Rain reminds me that rejuvenation lies just beyond every horizon.
Even the smallest of streams reminds me that everything is on its way to someplace else.
Sunsets remind me that all things end.
It is of endings that I wish to speak.
Temporary endings, but endings nonetheless.
Working a schedule of twelve days on, two days off, twelve days on, two days off, and so on ad nauseam… That’s my life at the moment.
I need time to focus on other things. Finding a new job, for instance, and relocating, not to mention The Kids and work on Dreamdarkers.
For at least the next two weeks I intend to step away from blogging in its totality so that I might seek those answers which escape me at present.
This is not permanent. Consider it a furlough, a sabbatical.
More important matters require my attention. They deserve as much.
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