"Once upon a time we were just plain people."
~ Ellen Goodman ~
Sometimes we send our messages into a cyber vacuum.
There's no response and we wonder why-
Gives opportunity to the story making mind...
And then, often,
Responses to everything we've sent out all come at once in a rush,
And we find ourselves hustling to juggle the information.
It's the rhythm of life, I guess-
Sporadic and choppy
And percussive
And smooth.
I accept the ebb and flow of what sometimes are, and sometimes are not instantaneous communications.
