I see a lot of sunrises, these days.

[xiane]

...And then something, small yet vital, will be said or done to make the whole world right again.



One hundred questions, asked. I peer in much more than I look out. I don't trust myself.
I am *very* tired, now. Self-examination is exhausting.

This shade of blue, colouring all the world in a soft wash, makes me want to wrap up in a blanket and sit on the porch, basking in it. I am soothed, lulled, relaxed. The birds say "wake!" yet my mind whispers "...sleep..."

I do believe my brain wins.

These are the moments that a song like "Redemption" was written for. I shall sing it and then I shall go to sleep.