Things are accelerating, changing. Events are happening faster than I predicted they would.
I see them more regularly now. In the library, on benches at the park, on the bus.
They are getting bolder, venturing further out into the day, into the sunlight without their hats and sun screen.
More and more day walkers abroad.
They watch us with those pale blue-white eyes, watching how we move through the mornings and afternoons, learning our habits, our secrets, so that soon, we will not be able to tell the difference between them and us.
The resistance is gathering. I feel it.
The end is near.