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Time.
Too much time spent on this, not enough time spent on that. Time goes too fast and work moves too slow. Time is a funny funny thing.

Some days I feel overwhelmed to the point of idiocy. Regulations are complex and confusing. Operations manuals that promise to put you on the moon are only any good if you can actually walk on it in day-to-day operations. My job, at the moment, is figuring out how people can walk on that moon and perform a variety of functions.

Some days I feel like I'm making about as much progress as a rock that's been sitting on the side of a hill for a thousand years. Time moves too fast. Accomplishments move too slow. Shit is all too confusing and complex, the stakes too high.

Other days? I feel like I'm in my element, all that dratted obsession with detail that so often trips me up is what makes me good at what I'm doing, and I can stretch my mind in ways which have so often lain stagnant. I'm working with a phenomenal team and we can figure anything out.

We are a million tiny steps from incredible from incredible success, one little stumble from disaster. It's a...Consuming place to be.

The fog.

Give me the fog in all its elusive glory

reach out and try to catch it in my hands

and it disappears

dissipates

swirls around me like so many tiny touches

whispering at the edges of my mind

only to vanish under the focus of my eye.

Wrap me in the fog, the fog that only you can bring

in the song that only we can sing.

Take me

down

drowning in your kiss

lost in the mist

until up is down and I'm all inside out.

Nothing.

Without doubt.

It feels like aeons since I got lost in your fog

turned around in the trees

upside down and inside out

all in until there's nothing left

no thought

no worry

no mind

no self

just quiet in the fog.