Wear Your Waders

I feel compelled to write something, just to have a record that I was awake and alive just before 6 this morning. Beyond being awake and alive, I can make no claims. Other than feeling dull and spent and disinterested in writing. Disinterested in anything, really. It’s as if my entire being existed atop a thin layer of dirty crystal. A tiny crack appeared; in less than a second, the fracture turned the layer of crystal into microscopic pieces of sand. So, what? Nothing, what. Time to wade into the day.