Sometimes of late, I feel restless....like someone who's found themselves at a country railway station on a balmy spring afternoon, waiting for a train that's yet to arrive. All alone, sitting on the edge of the platform, swinging my legss back and forth, staring at the cobwebs in the rafters, listening to a non-descript bird twittering in the brush, watching the dust motes dancing in a sunbeam.

Only...the train's not coming, not ever.