Summary: Bright sunshiny days sit wrapped up waiting to be unraveled just as light heads toward a droplet of rain to be refracted. Your mind as lens awaits the arrival of a beam of understanding, but first the obscuring clouds need to be scattered. Rather
Considering all the arrangements being made, signals slipped through cracks in awareness, overtures being made in a groping manner toward the treasure you have held in trust for eons, is it any wonder that you feel like taking a step or two back right now?
A deep-seated sigh rises from the collective, from every heart grown weary with the spectacle of disintegration. If the feeling of hope seems to be slipping from your fingers, it is not happening with you alone. What else do you hold, besides hope? You are