Midlife Malaise, A man's shadow is projected onto the bottom of a very tall and large rock formation, with boulders closest to you. Some desert shrubbery is within frame, and golden hour has commenced, bathing everything in the early stages of a warm glow.

The past few days have felt heavy. In a weird headspace, floating in the middle of space between a destination or goal, or rather, a state I aspire to, but seeing a road ahead of which the length is unknown.

It feels like a lot of things have been taken, removed, or no longer apply to me. I'm discovering new things to fill in those missing pieces.