Hardly epiphanic

Photos are linked to sources when you click on them

It is pictures like these that make me go quite quiet. And in that temporary silence, nothing is permitted but an epic engulfment of stun and unmeasurable awe. Sometimes, it gets so saturated I cry.

So. This week.

I could be a snob and deny that I'm quite sanitized from any gripping kind of panic, but I think I have been flung too far from anything sane to play bravado games.

White screen open and blinking cursor at calm, slow speeds my heart is envious of, where is the nudge I need to snowball and create beautiful avalanches.