this time, this moment, this spot, this place

The eye of a storm is a region of mostly calm weather.

What an oxymoron; like sweet sadness and glorious madness.

And yet, as the rabble lifts around me and starts to swirl, dust threatening my eyes and mouth and ears, a constant ringing noise - like my cellphone's ringtone in fact - and a vague troubling feeling, i've forgotten something what what what is it oh shit - I can stand right in the middle, and I feel calm.

For the first time in almost a year, more perhaps, I feel peaceful. Taking stock of my life in its entirety at this point in time, for the first time in too long, I can smile - to be commemorated by a new blog. And this point comes just at the brink of everything about to go crazy.

You know what? Bring it on.