This morning the fog was so thick that only the crown of the trees pokes through, misty green scalps in a sea of gray.
I spent some time on the porch brainstorming for writing for a client's website, and this came to mind about my late-twenties' crisis:
Life, or perhaps just maturity, is a balance between a lust for chaos and a longing for contentedness.
Perhaps I'll be famous for that quote someday. Even better, maybe I'll be able to internalize it.
