Day Twenty Five - Hatches
Do you ever get the feeling that something is happening in the periphery?
Something is tick ticking, a runaway train hurtling through fog, deep waters flooding unexpectedly across dark, open plains.
There have been times where well in advance of news, there was something I shouldn’t have known, that I have known; a dark suspicion or a quiet confidence that has welled in my mind before flooding into reality. I’ve considered long and deeply over the last few years the many of these things may just be the fruits of perception; but I can’t account for them all.
I can’t really explain it... for many of the major shifts that have changed me, or changed my life significantly, there is a great storm. I use the maelstrom often I know, it’s my favourite metaphorical device, but this is different. The storm builds around me, tension and pressure thickening the feeling of expectation. As this pressure builds I become certain that something is about to happen and I know if it’s going to be very, very good or very, very bad.
When the skies crack soon after it’s either the gentle healing rains I expected or the wild, scrubbing storm I’d been bracing for.
The appearance of being slightly delusion and increasingly mad is now fairly well established I imagine.
Regardless...
There is a storm brewing, right now, and it’s massive, terrifying. It like nothing I’ve felt before and like everything I’ve felt before. There is no wind, there is calm but I cannot keep my heart-beat under control. I keep looking over my shoulder expecting to see the black clouds rolling in behind me.
I know it’s the rains...
I know it’s the rains.
Yet...