Change is coming. You can tell by the cut-back flight of the birds. If you stop and really concentrate, you can feel the ground tremble in anticipation. I am waiting like a gremmie in tumultuous waters; A lump in my throat swells with the outbound tide as I ready to catch hold of the barreling force lest it pass me by. Others sense something, but I can almost see it … I know it is coming … it looms just out of clarity so that I know not whether it is full of fright or excitement. I still have time to run, and running may prove to be prudent, but running is not my way. Though it may be folly, I will hunker and feel the ground boil beneath my feet before I turn away. Change is coming and I will know its face as it shall know mine.
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