The title "It's Certainly Time" is particularly apropos today.
It's just that I don't know what it's time for.
Events I can set into motion, do they need to be done?
Are there consequences I can foresee and cannot?
It's the ennui of sameness,
that drives one to do things that are often best
just left undone.
Good for a change of scenery at the end of the week.
The mountains always provide answers
hidden by the slog of the heat.