Ahhhhh!

So much to write, so little time! It is paramount that I get some semblance of sleep, yet how can I do that when everything is changing all the time, and I'm so excited about it? This is the imagined danger, that I will burn so hot I crisp and fall away into ash. It is not real. I have felt this way sitting perfectly serenely on a park bench, watching a thunderstorm be born. I have sat and wondered if I should move, if it matters whether I get soaked. I have decided it does not matter, and sat there for a while, and then decided it doesn't matter but I like to be dry, and to dash breathlessly in out of the rain, and so I did, laughing. I am taking the party with me, and you are invited. I can see the vortex rippling where I go, ere I go. I am starting to run, starting to dance, and the universe is rushing to meet me. The possibilities are limitless. There. I think I can go to bed, if that's true. It means tomorrow will be amazing.