These were the only clouds in the sky when I went for a walk to get sourdough and they seemed quite content to hang in front of the sun. Sure, I framed this up so the wire would dissect the giant fireball but I like how it matches up with the thoughts in my head. I think one of my least favourite states of being is being somewhere in between. Waiting. Holding. Knowing that I have things to do and chase after but there’s that whole cart/horse, ducks/row thing in the way. I’m waiting for floors, waiting for homeselling season to begin and waiting until I can travel and make new plans again. There are worse states to be in but this one makes me bored and restless and wanting to wake up tomorrow in a foreign country. (A good one, not one of those terrible fighty places.) But alack and alas, I will sit here and eat my sourdough until it is in fact time to make good on some good things.