focus

I don't know if you've noticed this, but there are movies with introspective scenes at night, usually after something heavy, sad, or reflective in the story development happens, during the drive home when lights are blurring in and out, and your eyes are blackened except for passing underneath a street lamp showing the yellow reflection, and then silence engulfs the soul.

That was my drive home. The back highway is incredible. Mountain View Corridor trails the side of the valley, but you can see everything, and big dark sky with shimmering galaxies above. The soft hum of road and tire - no music, just decompressing. It's been quite the relay of events, prepping, events, prepping, working, writing, working, talking, meetings, no time to think. No sabbath - I've sinned. A ringing in my ears reminds me that I haven't had enough water to drink and an ibuprofen isn't going to be enough.

Sleep, please, yes. Tomorrow, Friday, walk through some homes, just get me to some day where I can rest my head. God has gifted me with some new music to listen to - something that I needed to hear, I'm convinced of it. Rarely are there times where I feel anything in my heart that moves me. And when it does, I don't expect it, and I stop and I really take it in and cherish it. Because the more I grow old, the more I fear this feeling becomes a novelty.

The stage is setting for something bigger, I think. Lights and curtain?