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Oof. Winter has been a tad oppressive of late. I haven't felt for the depths of my soul which gives me hope that I can clear a path to spring and infinity beyond. No, my sanity is right here with me but we're both sluggish and interested in the comforts of shelter and hearth. Yeesh, that sounds old. Keep watching this space. I'll cook something up soon, I swear it.

Gliding to the dock
Step off to start the next trip
A red sky tonight

Now I see the chance
The path not chosen exists
You only live twice

Clearing heart and mind
When I find her tomorrow
Limits start to fall

Winter Gifts

Brr, it's sure cold here, Pee Wee. The Miata endures another trial. Reality tries to step in but I learn new methods of combat. I gather myself for Part II. Maybe I am only at the half way point instead of in the checkout line. If so, I hope this was a mountain climb and not a canyon descent. Either way, there will be wonders to come.

Lessons come rapid fire and I try to assemble them in the purple haze. Thank God I'm so intelligent. Still, I've never felt smarter or more irrelevant. Yet I will continue to endeavour............

Alone in the Crowd

The scene is warm but the angle is deceptive and the sun's light has no power to heat the lands. Later, a Viewmaster moon hangs over a cold blue screen, framed by a row of twisted black, empty limbs that lay in ghostly rows. Whispers come in all the cracks and holes that the wind can find, making bedtime and whisky an unbreakable bond. An emptied soul can be filled. Some nights I think of all the girls I've loved when the wicked wind churns in the naked branches just outside.

Blowing Hot and Cold

Winter sky over Turner Field. One era has ended and a fresh one is crowning. But this is one mole I will not whack. Perhaps this is the middle of life and I am ignorant like a newborn. Or maybe I am mule-headed like General Tso with his chicken. The last few nights have felt like springtime after the frigid onslaught that bludgeoned the South at the beginning of the year. Thunderstorms are not usually a problem in January but they pop up here and again. I like them.

One appearance phases into the other. No one notices the features of the Hanged Man. Gotta find a way to flip over.

Here's Willis. He appears noble and vicious but he suffers from an inferiority complex. Still, he's a good boy and could not leave his mother (metaphorically).