It’s about time for the moody and unexpected. 
 
We mosey back to right about where we want clarity over motives.   
 
We’re in no hurry.  
Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.  
Ice or melt go missing but not lost.  
 
The reader note went on, One afternoon while relaxing one poured over a confusional book. It reads we are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness we can’t get from career studies alone. It continued, the mood wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But nothing’s lost that’s unexpected. It’s about time.