I love words… is that apparent? Sometimes a word is just perfect, you don’t need anything to dress it up with silly accoutrements (another fabulous word), but such as the subject, I have a general malaise, I am not depressed, I am actually a an optimist by nature, but a realist by the gauntlet, a strange balance, but lately, I can’t quite put my finger on it, just a general blah, I take the time to observe nature and revel in such moments, lost in the splendor, but somehow, maybe the time of year, the amount of darkness (literal) of the sun setting at 4:30 in the afternoon, I keep looking at the page of hourly weather waiting for this to change, and watching the wane or wax of the moon, which usually I pay no attention to, I feel like I am waiting for something, waiting for a change, I’m not sure, just a general feeling of a cycle spinning, a rut, not bad in any way shape or form in comparison to some, you would think decades on this bicycle doing laps would achieve some sort of universal understanding, but I feel like I am standing, not sinking, not shrinking, just standing, waiting, like at a bus stop, but there is none, never had been, am I know this, but wait there anyway- as if, there is something different out there, or here, for me, just that feeling, usually I love the rain, today? just an annoyance of traffic building muss and puddles and floods… maybe I am reflecting the very day, malaise.