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But that's always the case, isn't it? One moment moves into the next...nothing ever stays perfectly still.
I've never been so rudderless before, though. Perhaps that's a good thing...but it's awfully disconcerting. Disconcerting for someone who likes a plan, if even a loose one.
So...yes...a journey. But to where? And for what purpose? It's as yet unclear. Gone from being in a land of fog to floating out in space, with little point of reference.
What's worse, is being unable to parse all the emotions. Or maybe there's simply an overriding compulsion to judge them, making things even more muddled. Too many thoughts and reflection.