There are times when I want to live out loud and share each moment, each thought, each victory or defeat, with the world.
And there are times when I want to be quiet, sit still, shut out the mind and all its illusions, and let my soul just be.
Last night I dreamt the world froze and everything was covered in ice.
Tall, narrow mountains of floe moved slowly on the crystalline landscape, closer and higher, their jagged peaks blocking out all but a glimpse of gray sky.
Giant ocean waves froze mid-curl, pushed steadily inland by the surge of the surf behind them, the edge of one deftly tapping my chair as it flowed with the current beneath.