The moon was hanging huge over the world this morning as I drove to work. The sky was dark, a gray hue bleeding into darker tones of indeterminate blue.
I start early, before the world stirs to life on this frozen winter's morning. It's the only moment in time when the city holds its breath as if in anticipation of the day ahead. Empty roads, sleeping homes.
I wish I could hit the pause button and hold everything in its place - the peaceful calm of this dawn, the silence of an unmoving world.
But the day starts - too soon. Ringing phones, scurrying feet down corridors, quick g'mornings, voices from impromptu hallway meetings. Questions and more questions. Problems to be solved.
I'm so tired, on the day of my second anniversary, when I should be celebrating. Today, they pat me on the back and raise my salary, for a job well done. I should be happy, but all I have are doubts, and the fear surrounds me like an enemy encampment outside my flimsy, hastily constructed city walls. Knowing there isn't much I can do in a one sided battle that will see me dead.
Why does my head play such morbid images?