Edging

I can hold on if you can.

We are not inside this particular storm. We are on the outside, along the skittering edge of its chaos. You can see it geographically, the theater of war is way over there across the map. Yet we feel it.

We feel it. How are you coping? This morning I woke up with a feral desire to hear a particular song, “Everything In Its Right Place” by Radiohead. (Tak…