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...if there was some sort of sign pointing in a direction these every days may be a bit more navigated. Just finding the destination could be a sufficient way for all the passing of time. Whole lot of time just waiting to be passed. Life is going in the way it was designed. A succession of past moments to moments, bringing what is the current moment. I remember when it was all such a big fuss. Everything was way too slow all of the time. Itching in my own skin just to get as far away from where here was. Planning, planning, and then planning some more. It's what I was taught to do. Make a plan, see it through, and then make another. These winters when everything has that coat of frozen over it. Then the sun shows up for a bit and the frozen turns into a black and gray wet sludge. Feet get cold and still nothing seems to want to move. Sleeping with the heater on just to wake up with that awful coat of hot air on the top, bottom, sides, and tongue of my mouth. Water please.