I feel a building up.
A building up of something I can’t quite determine.
It may be artistic, or a good cry, or something to come this summer. I’m not sure.
But I feel it.
Almost like seeing water begin to boil. The surface beginning to roll a little right before it reaches the perfect temperature.
I don’t think it’s going to be bad. At least I hope it won’t be.
But I’m suspicious of it; keeping one eye on it while my life gets closer.
Will I recognize it when it does happen? Will I embrace whatever it is or push it to the side?
I guess time will tell all.
Until then I’ll continue to wait. Wait for those first rollings of water to push through the surface and boil over.