flux

I watched the sunrise yesterday. Old friends and a bottle of whisky and there it was. Erupting from the water, molten gold spilling over the sapphire sea. 

I'm packing again. Well, I should be. My home, job, place in the universe are all in a state of flux. Questions hang overhead while great voyages and adventures lie just around the corner. I need some manner of space. Downtime. Breathing room. Call it what you will.

It's not going to happen though. 

Life doesn't have a pause button. Only fast forward.

Deep breath. 

It's all just going to move faster. 

Before I know it I'll be somewhere else.

Even if I'm still here.