What are you waiting for to be afraid of?

Is it running into resident ghosts of the landscape, or is it never running into water? Both sources watch from their ancient dwellings high in the canyon walls, trickling down so you can find each other on the floor, not alone anymore in your anxious solitude. You think the resident beings are eerie too. The Puma concolor pounce off the canyon walls, not trickle, but they are just as spooked by your mousey passing. 

Besides running dry, you fear the storms too. I know, just as the metronomic pitter patter begins to feel like a rhythm you have to find a new one. But remember: storms manifest wind chimes and lull us to rhythmless sleep. Besides, those storm clouds brewed in the mountains are not as ominous as they appear. It would not surprise me if they had fears of leaving their towering roots for the deep abyss of the plains.

So what are you waiting for? What you are afraid of? Make enough plans and there is nothing to fear. You love planning, even though I think you just need the distractions. It’s fine. Making plans is a creative process, where you add structure to the imaginary story we are slated to act out.