Some Weeks There Are No Words For

It is amazing how remarkably tough and incredibly fragile the human body is.

So many thoughts running through my head, so many words, and yet they all seem inadequate.

Thoughts on:

• The fragility and business of life 
• The sustainability of the world's human population in the cultures we've developed to support our sheer mass
• The wind roaring in the tree tops
• The sound of children laughing
• Love

And so much more.  So many words required to sort out my thoughts, and so sound and fury.

The old lady cat is taking her place in the window to bask in the afternoon sun. 

I think the only thing I can articulate succinctly right now is, srsly, fuck necrotizing fasciitis.