Something Shifted
Mar. 10th, 2006 07:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargoIf my life were a book I'm pretty sure about now people would be telling me that "A storm is coming," or maybe strange people would whisper to me in the night that "The time is right." In actuality, though, it'd probably be something more subtle like "You've got red on you."
Nothing strange has happened, and my life isn't anywhere unexpected, but for the past few days I've felt as though everything is holding its breath and waiting, pausing for the moment before the huge outlet of whatever it is that's coming this way. The sky looks different, the air feels lighter but heavier at the same time, and I'm aware of changes where there used to be none.
Of course, in reality I realize this is most likely just wishful thinking. No big epic story is about to unfold in which I serve a main role. Instead, even if an epic story was about to unfold, I'd probably be the guy they mention in the background who can be seen peeking through a window, or if I do get a speaking part it'd probably be one line. Maybe two.
The sky is a gray haze that barely allows the morning sunlight to stream through, making it seem much earlier than it already is. Everything has a faint shimmer to it, as the last of the fog rolls away. It's the kind of morning where something strange could happen, or nothing unusual at all. It has the feel of a teeter-totter, perfectly balanced, waiting.
Most mornings are like this lately.
I know I'm waiting. Holding my breath, figuratively of course, hoping something happens, and at the same time not wanting anything to happen. Adventure usually means that bad things happen to good people, and while I want a good adventure, I never want to see good people hurt. Guess I'll just have to make sure we work towards saving them all, then.
Maybe three lines.
Nothing strange has happened, and my life isn't anywhere unexpected, but for the past few days I've felt as though everything is holding its breath and waiting, pausing for the moment before the huge outlet of whatever it is that's coming this way. The sky looks different, the air feels lighter but heavier at the same time, and I'm aware of changes where there used to be none.
Of course, in reality I realize this is most likely just wishful thinking. No big epic story is about to unfold in which I serve a main role. Instead, even if an epic story was about to unfold, I'd probably be the guy they mention in the background who can be seen peeking through a window, or if I do get a speaking part it'd probably be one line. Maybe two.
The sky is a gray haze that barely allows the morning sunlight to stream through, making it seem much earlier than it already is. Everything has a faint shimmer to it, as the last of the fog rolls away. It's the kind of morning where something strange could happen, or nothing unusual at all. It has the feel of a teeter-totter, perfectly balanced, waiting.
Most mornings are like this lately.
I know I'm waiting. Holding my breath, figuratively of course, hoping something happens, and at the same time not wanting anything to happen. Adventure usually means that bad things happen to good people, and while I want a good adventure, I never want to see good people hurt. Guess I'll just have to make sure we work towards saving them all, then.
Maybe three lines.
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Date: 2006-03-10 07:24 pm (UTC)http://www.exanimusthegame.com/
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Date: 2006-03-12 12:30 am (UTC)Now, if it doesn't have a monthly fee, it has a chance of sucking me in. In the mean time, I'll just keep playing Urban Dead (http://www.urbandead.com). ;)