I am at a loss. Or maybe a crossroads? I find that in too many moments these days, I feel as if I should be doing something. Am missing something. I cannot quite seem to get a handle on what it is that needs doing though. Usually, I do whatever comes to hand without every experiencing an unappreciated lull. My head warns that this could be a mid-life crisis. My heart says otherwise.
Which led to the consideration of the possibility that this is a Waiting Place. Waiting for what precisely? Possibly for opportunity to knock. So many possibilities exist, but, thus far, none have been mine. I am an observer, and a teller of tales; yet, for the moment, I have nothing new to report.
Instead, I will offer Gentle Reader the images that have consumed my heart and my mind's eye of late.