Hamlet

Fall rolls in over the northeast, painting the trees in seasonally appropriate hues and setting the sun in the late afternoon. We drive out of the city in sunshine, navigate rolling hills and unchartered territories like it's inevitable. Your head roils with words but your pen lies abandoned, you wonder how to have it all while your foot sinks into the gas pedal. At night, your rooms lie pitch black and silent, it's a precious bubble.

You wait impatiently for the other shoe to drop.

Wonder what it might look like when it does.