What rises up...

I woke up early this morning, feeling out-of-sorts; restless, hungry -- what my first husband used to call "Wandery."

So this curious image -- shot after the fog with the two from yesterday -- speaks to that state: something in me has lost contact with that which normally keeps me afloat, and so I am awkwardly airborne, yet tethered; straining at the leash yet clinging to it; aware of a lot of darkness below yet determined to rise above it, to stay in the light.

And my wrist is telling me it just doesn't want to type today.

So perhaps I won't spend the day as planned -- pinned to the computer, installing my new copy of Photoshop. Perhaps instead I'll listen to that wandering spirit, and follow where it leads; step away from all the shoulds piled up on my desk and just breathe. Something tells me I need to be still, and listen for a bit to what's stirring in the wind...