I feel a weird sort of anticipation tonight. I'm not sure what it means yet; it's the electricity in the air that tells you a storm is coming, or that weird tension you feel just before an argument.
I have decided to be peaceful about it. When there's nothing you can do and nothing you're personally responsible for (as far as you know) I guess that's a good time to choose peace over anxiety. If I need to be refined by storm or fire, or if there's something coming my way, I'll find out in good time.
Refined. Ah yes, The Crucible. Paul and I had our first match today. We lost, but not dreadfully. I potted the white ball in such spectacular fashion that it should have been broadcast live on ESPN. I've always thought pool to be a ridiculous game.
The thing that annoys me most about feeling that weird tension, is that I'm never quite sure what to do with it. Imagine if your mutant superpower happened to be sensing danger before it happened but it wasn't fine-tuned enough for you to know exactly what danger to look out for. Spider-senses or super-hearing are good, but it's not much use if you don't know which way to leap, block, fly, swipe, sling, throw, twist, duck.
There aren't any storm clouds anyway. Just stars tonight, hanging cold and bright in the deep, dark sky. The silhouetted trees in the park remind me of Van Gogh as they block out the starry night. Locked away in an asylum, he saw the stars burst into life in spheres of glorious colour above the French cypresses and farmhouses. They at least were free.
Neither is there an argument I know of. I probably should chill out and go to sleep and not worry so much.
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