The space between the shift

I will tell you that my mind is blank. Empty, zip, zero, vacated, absent. I stare and try to think, what do I have to say? Do I talk about the moving, the goodbyes, the near empty house? The last minute scrambles, the neglected space here? How my camera is cold and my fingers are slow?

As much as I love to use words to describe my feelings, the space between the shift keys feels vast and immobile. It always takes me a few days to read what my heart is possessing, when the head is so overwhelmed that it escapes into its own darkroom for processing. This is where I am.  There is no sadness, just quiet anticipation.  Excitement is bubbling and brewing beneath the surface, waiting patiently for it's own time.  Until then, I am reclusive in wide-eyed wonder as I watch that space between the shift roll as slowly as I can make it. The open road unfolds next Wednesday, until then my friends....

with love ♥