Things are just evolving. Are they spiraling in towards a center or are they spiraling out to who knows where. It's a funny set of concepts that I have adopted over the years to use as guides and bread crumbs when I need to find my way back to some stable ground before venturing back out in search of new ideas. My mind does not seem to like to just float along on the current of the wind. What is directing it? I don't know. I look at others and they seem to have a solid plan as to where they are what their next steps in life might be and, seemingly, where they will end up. The actual color of the rocker they will be sitting in the orientation of the porch that they will be sitting on, the smells in the air and they know exactly what time they will be going to bed until that last time. I can't picture it! Oh sure I can see a littler bit of what I think could occur, I can setup a nice dream like the next guy but then something mysterious happens, a bird flies by, a color changes, I smell fresh baked bread, someone offers me a beer, the phone rings, I stop for gas, a tune catches my ear, I feel good, I feel lost, I look back, I fall, I look down and I am on to something else. A new plan, a change, A thread of a new idea, interrupted by someone telling me I fucked up. I dropped the ball or I wasn't attentive or I took too much time for myself. Maybe I am just wafting along with the breeze; things are just evolving.