Where I Am

I am tired but wound like a clock spring. Weary but unwilling to sleep just yet. I feel vaguely displaced.

A week ago, we passed through a parking lot. Tumbling dreamlike in the Pittsburgh sky was a large flock of sea gulls. Hundreds of miles from the ocean and deep in our Winter, the gulls were beautifully out-of-place. I smiled to see them.

Now I kind of feel like them.

I don't know where I'm at.