so odd the shift, so odd to look at the market like that. like weather. like watching the sky for surveillance drones that may come so suddenly with a payload. she says it came from before, and she wishes she knew, and i say we all had a before, and can only change now, and yet the now will be confused with a then we never knew.
we say without agreeing, this too will pass, tomorrow is another day, every dog has their day, and it will all be clear as mud in the end. 
and it's true in a way, the way of change, that everything is like weather, that you feel it on your skin, that sometimes, so divinely, it makes your heart sing.