I didn’t dream. I moved around a lot in my sleep. It rained. It stormed. It was cool. It put me to sleep. It is raining now – the smell .... It smells so good. I just want to sit and listen. Now I am up and it is raining and I am sitting. Somewhere between peace and unrest trying to be okay with the in between. The existence of 2 versions of myself 2 storylines... A continual playing out of 2 storylines, 2 versions of self A longing for connection A longing for connection A type connection that is between me and me. It rains. Halfway between peace and unrest A wavering balancing cautiousness. It’s a breath. It’s a breath. A breath is the halfway between peace and unrest. A cozy breath A breath of returning home.