Suspended at the beginning of the end. At the end of the beginnning.
Neither rising nor falling.the wolf trots across twinkling white powder.
Frosty breath like a steam driven piston. She is neither hungry nor on patrol.

In her element. Little Red beware.

A calm.before the storm..listen to the blood swish in your veins.
Bass drum pounding behind your ears.
Systole/dyastole.
Tic/Toc

A sigh of relief the dipstick was.negative
Tic/toc
Slack tide.

Anticpation & dissipation
Slack tide

The moon pulls and releases. Clutch moment the oceans
Fall and rise. In the mean time. The between time.
We live in slack tide.