Watching out the window. Waiting for the start.

Feeling beating hearts.

Breathing slowly and holding fast.

Pausing in the moment, relying on the past.

That feeling of home. Waiting patiently.

Seated alone. Right before the snow....

Discretion was not something she felt she’d earned by any means. She had only ever blurted words spoken in confidence to the very wrong people at the very wrong times. Her musings bubbled over into treasures on loan from the mouths of dear ones. She exploded with secrets whenever asked even a remotely related question. Why, just the other day she had told of Elizabeth’s shame to not one, but three...

Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump.

It echoes.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It echoes.

Right there but unseen.

A fuzzy almost-vision of recollection.

Yet not recalled.

A breath. A sniff. A rub.

It’s felt. It’s physical.

Yet it’s faded. It’s between.

So close. So out of reach.

Grabbing for a projection.

Grasping at straws in the midst of winter.

Babump. Babump. Babump.

Heart. Head. Heard. Said.

Dèjá vu....

Get up! Get up!

Know your place and awake.

Find a start, trace your heart and awake.

Fly free from trying to be seen. Hurry up.

Don’t waste away.

Don’t stay just to stay.

Awake from the cold, damp place you feel “safe”.

AWAKE....

I don’t hate anyone. To me hate is wishing for someone’s non-existence. I don’t hate Woods. I want him to exist. Just not in my professional life. The relationship between a manager and their employees should be symbiotic. Communication is the key to success in any business. Valuing your employees and paying fair wages is obvious. Right? Shouldn’t it be? Woods seems to disagree. Yet that lack of c...