Things are quiet now. Everything is being put in its place. But it's the calm before the storm. Soon things will be shaking and quaking and they'll be a whole lot more to deal with. I'm not looking forward to it. Things are fine right now, in the calm, quiet, uncomplicated world that we've built. But soon others will come marching in to stake their claims and I'll just have to shuffle out of their path and do whatever it is they tell me to do. I don't want to even think about it right now.
I want to go to my happy place--a field in the summer time as the winds blow along the plains and clouds pass overhead. Where there's no threat of a storm, just hours of perfect sunlight on the horizon.
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