Rose the Wanderer

perhaps it’s just my state of mind at the moment…

perhaps the pairing with the sweet melodies of whichever indie/folk/experimental/alternative/ambient/lo fi/hi fi/mid fi song to which i am currently listening. (right now: the robot ate me. followed by ramona falls.)

perhaps it’s glancing in the mirror and seeing my plaid jacket and wool socks and feeling like myself, truly myself, for the first time in quite awhile…

yet even so,

even so.

My hands are either shaking with anticipation or low blood sugar, I’m not sure which.

Measuring time in units like years seems somewhat trivial to me…

I usually never think “this year is the year.”  I mostly find myself content trying to catch a handful of life as each moment flies by.

I think the murmurs of travel, forests, circuses, adventure, art and love… music and community…

I think it’s finally the time.