Change has presented itself like a train pulling into a station.
Departure is imminent, yet ETD is still unknown.
I straddle the meridian, eager to move to one side, to commit to change,
but I'm still in the lull.
A calmness has washed over me like a damp cloth over a smoldering ember.
I've surrendered to the lull.
I have no energy to question the pace at which my life moves.
I accept I have no control,
nor do I have a desire to create false momentum.
I do not know best.
I patiently wait, and fill my days with intermittent stretches of productivity and idleness.
Quotidian rhythms are for others.
I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired, and update my blog in the wee hours of a new day.