I call it the Changeover; like an analogue radio searching for a signal sometimes it's clear sometimes it's static sometimes it's in between somewhere between far away and near somewhere lost in the middle between Signal and Static.
Clear Day the signal reaches out its arms as far as the eye can see and the ears can hear and the senses can feel and taste buds pop and linger and revel in new experience and comfort in knowing and wrapped in wonderment.
Changeover Day is somewhere between Clear Day and Nowhere struggling to tune in backwards or forwards or sideways or upwards to something to anything that resembles a signal like hearing voices in another room an argument through a wall the indecipherable murmur of music the clamber of ushered noise the mishmash and cacophony like a symphony of Morse code.
Static Day is dark day there is no signal no senses no sound only indeterminate fuzz and the crackle of broken glass and the foghorn and the white noise the confusion and delusion the paranoia of shifting jigsaws changing pieces that never fit together can almost make out a face through the frosted glass the smear like bird **** on a window halfheartedly wiped with lackadaisical whimsy and greasy chip shop newspaper.
In the Static there is no wind no heart to beat no empathy or sympathy just cold hard steel out of place in a room of feathers and feeling.
You just have to ride out the storm tell yourself: it'll be calm soon it'll be calm soon it'll be calm soon
The Changeover from Static to Signal and the welcome return of voices and breathing and beating and feeling.
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