wind

I woke up awhile ago.  The trees twisting and the wind howling by the side of the house are sounds that I just can't sleep through, no matter how deeply I was snoring the dark hours away.

I can never fall back to sleep when this happens.  Something about this particular combination of noises raging outside the relative quiet of a sleeping household brings about a particular feeling.

It's the empty that resides in your stomach after anger finally fades and there's no emotion that's quite suited to take its place.  It's a purgatory of emotional discomfort that only rears its head when it's late and you're already super sick of talking/writing/thinking about the whole thing anyway.

It's almost insane that it's possible to feel this way, right this moment, when I truly am happy.  There is just one sliver of one facet of all that I am that isn't shining quite as brightly as it did before, but only in these moments do I even notice.

I know from experience that once the sun rises and the wind settles, all will be right in my core again.  Till then, I will lay here with my ear buds in, drowning out the empty roar in my gut.

Or maybe I'm just hungry.  An egg mcmuffin sounds fabulous right now...