Lady with droopy tan hat looks down while walking, counting steps. Above, menacing white clouds hide the evidence of what's to come. These people have nothing to do, nomads wandering without purpose. Itching for a scratch, like they've been hit in the head with a hammer, with no particular place to go. We've all done bad things; hearts have turned to stone. Addicted to rage like a needle in a tornado. Meant to be calm and silent. A tiny spider crawls up and down my car's windshield. God is love. Too much for an idle mind, a flash flood rolling over everything it touches. Head to higher ground and pray for peace to be still. Live in the moment; joy is in the sunlight.