i hardly slept last night, the end of summer gathering, late buzzing seasonal affect, then ill-advised coffee and indigestion, but it must be grim me underneath it all. i may not be good now for any body. 
i feel when agitation comes to the beach, breaking rocks, making precarious towers by the footpath, i see small things being crushed everywhere, even leisurely. 
i place the concrete heart atop the wobbly construction, then remove it, and topple the tower. we swim and i feel a little better. but i will be tired today. there will be no revival today.