Clouds are dimming the morning sun, I have had no coffee and little sleep, and last night found me writing poetry at 2:00 am. I’m finding that my security blankets are not as comforting as they once were. Realization is settling in that I have finally outgrown the safety of some of the people around me. I learned a long time ago not to take anything for granted. Some people need to realize that what they think is a sure thing, may not always be there when they decide to make time for it.