sleep is fleeting

i could pitter patter my way across the keyboard of the leads i'm chasing down, people i'm meeting, and sun i'm enjoying, all noted with some trepidation as i start to wonder why i moved here to colorado. unfortunately, my questions don't seem to be much different than what many are confronting these days.

living in uncertain times agitates and seemingly grants upheaval to lives in many unexpected ways. yesterday, i read an article in the ny times about the appearance of tent cities out in california, the author draws the clear parallel to that of the grapes of wrath during the depression. despite what seems like it would be a situation of despair so many are able to pick up the pieces and smile. a couple of paragraphs in the article are dedicated to a recent immigrant not able to find work forced to live outside. showcasing his pride and ingenuity he led the reporter throughout his makeshift home cobbled together. like others, he's holding on.

not to say my situation without a job is dire, i have friends and family that have been more than accommodating towards me the last couple of months, but the article struck a chord with me. there is a messy sort of beauty when reading about people taking hold of their circumstances, not in a "bootstraps" sort of way, but rather, refusing to quit and doing it with a smile. during all of this its been hard not to get caught up in the mire, asking questions and finding little answers. i suppose this is what life is all about though, learning to live with what you have, and finding joy in the process. questions are just that, questions. some beguile away from real concerns of happiness.

i'm not sure how much content my musings actually have, and perhaps i'll add more later, but i think sleep is taking hold as i watch a fresh blanket of snow deposit the ground. wonder and comfort, just the thing needed happily drift back to dreams.