Symptoms Funny mood for a Sunday. The sun is in and out of clouds like a fickle lover. Intermittent non-committal rain. A slight heaviness in the heart, I find. Distracted. Vague apprehensions. A lurking pessimism. The spontaneous putting on of the tightest, sexiest dress in my wardrobe. 'I have to get out of here' repeated like some silent unwanted cadence at the back of the head, followed by self-admonitions : 'be patient', 'think of the less fortunate', etc.

I know what it is. Wanderlust.  ¶ 8:58 PM