Mud, clay, and what comes next

The energy today has been... weird.

Not dramatic or explosive. Just thick.
Heavy in the air, like a storm that isn’t quite arriving. Like emotional humidity.

I kept thinking, why does everything feel so murky?
And then I saw the headline.
The U.S. bombed Iran.

Add that to everything else — Gaza, Ukraine, the general collapsing of things — and suddenly it made sense. Not logical sense, but the kind that lands in your chest and doesn't go away.

It feels like we’re on the edge of something.
Like a before and after moment we haven’t named yet.