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I'm restless. The thunder rumbles overhead, flashes of lightening momentarily brighten Bear's office, and all I can think of is stripping off my clothes and running out into that warm summer rain.

A few minutes ago, I was out there. I felt edgy and needed to just go; to just drive somewhere. I drove around town, watching the storm roll in from the west, and tried to feel cleansed. Even the storm brought me no excitement. I noticed that the raindrops looked differently though, like little glowing drops of crystal as they bounced off my windshield.

I worry that roaming is in my blood. I'm afraid that I can never be content anywhere; that I can never be still.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, June 25, 2006.

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