directionless

I can't recall how many years this glass compass rose has hung in the window above the kitchen sink. I can always remember it being there...

Sometimes I can relate to this little glass disk...just hanging in space...pointing in it's own direction with little regard to where North truly lies. Just there, a constant...

I wish I had a compass pointing out the direction to go in some days...more than a supposition...anything at all that would shed light upon the direction currently engaged...

but even still...I doubt I'd listen to it...

Happy Wednesday :)