Outlook

Bleak and dreary, seeking and searching, looking and waiting...answers I seek, knocking...waiting. Unpredictable is this epidemic of small proportions yet the outcome is right around the corner. I can smell it, hear it, almost taste it. It smells of sweet cinnamon, it makes noise like a mouse, subtle flavors that entice the buds on my tongue. A deep pause...while a breath is taken. Relief is there I just have to continue to wait. Patiently...I wait while I search for the answer.