It is time. This is what happens when seasons change. You always feel it coming, even if you pretend you don't. You evaluate just before fall. You crave salt just before winter. Your hand itches just before spring. You listen just before summer.
And so, here you are, listening. What will you hear that you have not heard?
The tales you told yourself about what you could bear, what you could lift, what you could carry. How long you would wait, how still you would stand, how patient you would be. What you understand, what you believe, what you trust.
When you walk away from this, you will have to close your eyes. Deep breath, eyes close, head turns, body follows, foot steps.