I seem to be in a season now where things feel tome like trying to run in the dark -- like I did this morning, along a familiar, but very unlit route. I was often feeling like I was going to run into something, to the point where I actually had to stop a couple of times. Occasionally, I even feared something jumping out at me...despite that it never has before. It is interesting what deep darkness does to the senses...and our internals.
Like the familiar aroma of the season of Fall, I smell the one that comes from an internal disquiet I feel these days. It is unfamiliar; I am uncertain...unilluminated.
