It comes as quickly as it goes and with as much reason.
There is no arguing with a mood.
They don't make coffee strong enough for days like today, because coffee wasn't made for this. Candy coat the beans and chew them all day long and wait for a joy so thick it gurgles from some unknown depth of your gut.
Acceptance from anywhere... from beyond the sphere we call home? I think not, from the intangible form of a brittle soul.
There used to be this sort of forceful spewing of the stuff. I don't miss those painful times.
The gulf is calling. A straight shot down I-65. I want at least two weeks to explore the entire shore, though endless time would be best to inhale the riches of it's offering, and I have no choice but to decline even a single day in that vast open space. Empty, open, and choiceless as the beach itself.