I feel a building up.

A building up of something I can’t quite determine. 

It may be artistic, or a good cry, or something to come this summer. I’m not sure.

But I feel it. 

Almost like seeing water begin to boil. The surface beginning to roll a little right before it reaches the perfect temperature. 

I don’t think it’s going to be bad.  At least I hope it won’t be.

But I’m suspicious of it; keeping one eye on it while my life gets closer.

Will I recognize it when it does happen? Will I embrace whatever it is or push it to the side?

I guess time will tell all. 

Until then I’ll continue to wait. Wait for those first rollings of water to push through the surface and boil over.