I’m feeling skittish. A nice old fashioned word for knowing and waiting for something that is in the air. Apprehension comes close, but isn’t as precise.
Or being at 6’s and 7’s. You can throw that in the mix as well.
It looks like rain, but maybe not. Can’t sleep, and I find myself with tears rolling down my face without knowing why or even how they got there.
We’ll see where this ends.