I refuse to watch the news.
The hype is exasperating.
I am quietly praying for those in harm’s way.
It is gusty here.
The chimes are singing. The trees are dancing.
My head knows something is coming.
I know not whether it is inner ear or cerebrospinal fluid.
The tide in my head is shifting.
I wait outside in the wind.
Whatever comes will come.
No technology needed.
I feel it.