You could see it surely past the edge of the sunrise. It's like those times when you're walking along and you run into something, not because you saw anything in particular but you felt as if you needed a jolt going for that day. Except this time, after you've made your usual pardons to any passers by, you *do* see something.

It's just...sitting there. Asking for it, you even. Just you, yea.

So, you keep walking along and you go about your day. You can hear it now, at the store perusing the aisles for something classy for dinner that evening. Once again, no particular reason.

-- I wonder if it's possible to become autistic through computer usage amounts.

Scrambling along, perched in the trees the squirrels wait and chatter amongst themselves. Eyes peering from the leafy wilderness in the treetops, they hunger for knowledge of the moment. Like a lightning bolt, they live in seconds. Each passing into the air as quickly as it came. Worry and regret are monoliths beneath the waves to these noble spirits now.

"I'm tired of getting ripped off by guys like that."

It's a lingering smell by the time you get in the door, weaving in and out of your subconscious rapidly.

eh.