From Yesterday: Indisposed

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.
Aldous Huxley

Sun showers are like back rubs when the fan is aimed directly at you. A little cleansing rinsed away the balm that hovered after watching Million Dollar Baby this morning. Emotions stoked from art clear the cells for reality where they must be reined in at times to let rationale take charge. It's the luxury of the absence of clutter, a multi-textured zone constructed like a clean room for love (minus the hazmat gear). Another chapter today in the record length story of star-crossed lovers meant to be.