Where The Wild Things Are

The weather is changing. I can smell dirt and green, ever so faint on the air. I haven't slept well in weeks. I can feel something waking up inside me, something that doesn't fit into this tidy life. Something wild. Something that wants to move, to do, to become larger than life. Something secret, and dark, swelling up. Something that wants to take over. Something. Something that shows up every Spring, when the ground is wet and warm. Something that might come from belonging to a large clan of women. Something that makes me play the stereo too loud. Something that makes me dance inside my house like dancing will set me free of the house. Something that makes me feel like it's all just preparation. For Something.