And Some Days...

You find yourself in a familiar place that you don't recognize anymore, the sweetest spring breeze carries nothing but putrescence and only a handful of the people you know seem like good company.

When this happens to most people they call it a rut, take a long weekend and then go back to exactly the place where they began.

I, by contrast, realize that a life epoch is drawing to a close and that I must now begin the long and arduous task of outlining a new chapter. I think I'll make it a travelogue and I hope that I'm up for the trip.