What I demand of you.

Drive me to the stream that drives you, this ecology, and the life that I see before me, for I have strayed from that which I long to call home.

What is the difference between days? Is it the arrangement of the clouds, the way the light strikes your face that changes your mood, creates and destroys opportunities for glory or disaster? Or do we have no control at all? I have to believe that we can change this, that the differences between yesterday and today do change things, and while we can’t see all of the avenues of chance, we can wander down the better lit streets, chase ephemeral illuminations down the alleyways, and maybe find better places.