I'm a little lost these days. Lost and restless. I have a feeling that something is coming to an end. That some part of my life is over and that maybe what comes next will not be what I expected my life to look like. A small part of me feels this feeling should be fought, a plan made to stay on the same course. But as the days pass this feeling lessens. Maybe life is like a river, always changing course, always moving. I don't want to swim along the edges clutching at reeds and tree branches. I want to lie on my back in the middle of all that water and let the current take me where I need to go. And I want to be happy while I'm doing it, feeling the smoothness of the water with my open hands, looking up at the sky. The sky above me, echoing my river with it's own flow of air and clouds and birdsong.
