That’s me. Waiting at the window, for… something. God knows even what could be coming but sometimes you can just feel it. Something is brewing. The hair on the back of your neck stand up. Something is just… not right. Off. Not right at all.
Respect all feelings. They are all equal. They are each equally true and false. Don’t ignore any of them. Especially the ones that tell you that the next boot is about to drop.