Distant thunder, darkened sky, humidity high. Wind starts, dusts fly, leaves shake and cry. Rain is expected, but not coming yet. Schedules affected, write it down in case I forget. I am not sure how the story goes, what he or she does, how he poses or how she clothes. Things good or bad or hectic, with an unexpected Asian twist. Relationships alive, and even electric, but never far from the gist. Imaginations so aimless, considerations endless. Plot line breathless and restless.