Night Italy sometime, Xi Feng Guo Department, the subtle fragrance floating, thoughts raging. Mode, in front of the beach-goers, when I see your shadow ... seek ...
Ifindtheprocessofwriting it frustrating, tedious, and probablypointless... especially givenmy gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head.
She had trained for enough emergencies to know that beneath almost every sort of raging anxiety there was a calm pocket, a perfect little vacuum in which both thoughts and actions were crisp and clear.