Sunday, June 05, 2022

Missing Data

Sense of loss strikes at odd times.  After arriving back from taking off some garbage this morning, and getting cleaned up, a sense that something was missing struck.  Placing it proves difficult.

On the way back from the dump, the fact that no one was at the little churches along the way seemed odd.  Something was off.  A quick glance at the phone to confirm the day of the week didn't make it any better.

That's not it, though.

The nice weather seems to mock the whole situation.  Inexplicable dread hints that these eyes have seen, or these ears have heard, something... the body sensed something, that the conscious mind can't interpret, but the subconscious has, and doesn't like.  Yet, all the while, a nice cool breeze and sunshine denies everything.