confessions fifteen minutes after the day

[asakiyume]

The day just finished, some kind of anger-cloud settled over me and just waited for things to attach to. First I was angry at a stupid story on NPR in the morning (the second in a series of scaremongering stories about bats and viruses). Then I was angry at a client of mine that hasn't paid me. Then I was angry at my state (not US) senator.

My mind this day past has been a sterile place. Walking in my own thoughts has been like walking down a road lined with restrictive signs and people barking orders.

It's now a wood-between-the-worlds time between one day and the next. ("Yes Asakiyume, we have a word for that: nighttime.") Yes, okay. But it's the middlest, stillest part of the night. I'm going to walk widdershins around the block under the stars and go to bed, and tomorrow maybe I won't be haunted by anger.