The clouds danced across the sky all day on the prevailing winds just as the tectonic plates move over the molten gel of super-heated rock. Fitting together, pulling apart. Movement is inevitable, really... but it is hard to predict where it will happen, how it will play out. Will it be a smooth sliding of one thing over another, a buckling where apposing forces push together, or a catastrophic occurrence, like a hurricane or volcanic eruption which will leave a trail of destruction in it's wake?.
I don't know if it is the wind, the change in barometric pressure, the push-pull of living or the events of the last few days, but I am moving again, too. And I do not know where or how it will play out.
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