I feel them coming.
I’ve felt like I’m right on the edge of something since June, though I’m not sure what. Some things have already shifted, most recently my and my husband’s transportation situation, but I don’t know. I can’t exactly put my finger on what it is, but sometimes the air just hums like just before it rains (metaphorically speaking, though I wouldn’t say no to a little rain).
It’s just so odd. It’s almost like I could reach out and touch whatever it is if I could only stretch my fingers far enough.