It is the calm before the storm.
My quiet season is whispering to an end, and the madness of the busy season is screaming inside my head.
I am restless. I need to feel the madness, or I will slowly go insane.
It is time to pick up the cameras. It is time to get lost in what I see.
I feel like one of these ballons just waiting to be thrown into the fray.
Balloon fight anyone?