Wednesday has passed like a cloud moving over cold water.
Time spent sometimes feels like it is not spent well in the moment until one has had a moment to ponder what was just experienced. Then, then everything seems to have a purpose whereas hours or minutes before seemed pointless. Is all understanding only in hindsight?
I like to think not but certainty is a strange companion. She is steadfast only in her uncertainty. She always keeps one on their toes. Perhaps this is why she is so enchanting, we like to think that we like knowns but deep within the universe of our hearts we harbor an affection for what we aren't sure of, what we don't know.
It is like the temptation of opening Pandora's box.
Why do I personify certainty as a woman? Perhaps it is a woman that I think of as certainty/uncertainty...