i really have no other way of describing this but to sort or talk around it, thinking that perhaps the longer i spew, the more sense it will eventually make.
i have intuitions.
some are cool, like thinking about a friend you haven't spoken to in years, maybe even ten, and suddenly the phone rings, or you are out and there they are. you tell them you had just been thinking about them and knew they were going to call ... or you knew you were going to run in to them.
sometimes i just sense a mood or situation; how a thing is going and how it is going to soon turn.
this morning was like that. i got up. got ready for work. got in the car. underlying all my other random thoughts was the one that said today i was going to get a call i did not want. one i would not like, but one i would recover from.
all i wanted to do, after, was find myself in eden park, listening to over the rhine, feeling the breeze in my hair and forgetting that i had any responsibilities or cares because some days are like that.
i came home. i ate. i did some thinking, then i finished reading lisa moore's february. some books are like this day. and i find that very, very profound.