it has been unseasonably warm here.  we're nearing the end of january while leaves and christmas lights linger as if waiting.  waiting for a holiday that came and went too soon.  waiting for the first big storm.  i know the feeling of waiting.  sometimes i can taste it's stale urgency.  just waiting for something to prod me into motion, so i will shake my stubborn and sluggish mind into awareness and movement.  how comfortable i am in waiting.  but what for?