It's going to be an interesting month.

Very, very interesting.

My horoscope is cryptic; it says nothing other than the 14th should be quite a good day for me, displaying more good points than bad points.

But I think the stars are holding back.

Something is coming, something brewed slowly, dilute for so long but now reaching a point where it is highly concentrated, an odor emanating from the stew pot.

I can feel the hackles on the back of my neck rising, gooseflesh rippling across my arms, the hair on my scalp tingling with reception of information that is not tangible.

Curiously, I feel no sense of foreboding as I did before Katrina made landfall.  Katrina made me sick to my stomach, wrenching my gut, contorting my heart in my chest before the winds reached Louisiana's coast.  I knew it would be very bad, and not in a Weather Channel forecast kind of way.

No, whatever is sneaking up is a different animal, neither fish nor fowl, not good but not bad.

I sense change coming, as if waters beneath my feet were shifting their course, as if the winds became makai (from the sea) and not mauka (from the mountains), the surf changing from quietly lulling waves to heavy seas.

It feels a little cliche, as if I'm waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.  And yet not; this feels like a really, big, old-woman-in-shoe kind of footwear about to drop with a tsunami-sized splat in the center of the dining room table during turkey dinner with guests.

Can you feel it too?  I'm pretty sure it's something bigger than me, larger than my family, whatever is heading this way.  I don't want to be alone in this sensation, would rather share it.  But I cannot say what to do in preparation for whatever is to come, but perhaps you feel that, too.

Do you?

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