Surf's up.

Morning brings awakenings. This underlying swell of grievance, ballooning up and airing out, spreads itself like ocean tide. A force benign on the surface, yet surging with a depth of power beneath. Crashing and flooding, the only outcomes for the shore as this movement shifts towards its inevitable conclusion. The momentum has long been underway, slowly growing at first, but now moving, only builds upon itself. It's a confusing time, but trust in the hierarchy of need to sort the priorities of the masses.