It’s been tugging at my heart and gnawing at my bones the last six months or so. 

It’s been waking me up in the morning. The quiet two hours I take each predawn just isn’t enough. There is more needed. 

It’s in the air I breath as I switch off the decorative bedside lamp and lay my head gently down, on my pillow, and sink into the quiet sounds of my home before I descend into asle