No One Owns the Future

So tired - nap and Signal Hill ahead?

(or so I typed as the meetings faded away...)
I have so enjoyed the recent opportunities – since December 2012, a little over a year ago I guess – to pop over to this little snow capped and generally sunny isle for escapes from the usual office humdrum. Those significant initial SA days, that storm in January that stranded you amidst Application preparations as you waited patiently for the Bahamas, then awhile until the EAA madness in October, the hilarious business development junket in part to see Nanny, and celebrations a week later thanks to a timely WJ flight down at the Cottage under a brilliant full moon.


The same full moon a month later in Zanzibar, and perhaps again soon, in 9 short days in Mo’ Bay? Gloriously, it seems that such an upcoming trip would be almost a year to the day of last February’s initial trip to Jamaica (mon). A year on from the Hip concert and the initial coffee, the last and best of the interests from that warm month of January.  Combined with the randomness of the post-Moosehead Shoe Shop encounters, the real motive to go for the flights is not only V-day but motivation to seek out some help to prepare for such evenings.  Less than a week to repeat the humbling request of 2008.  That long ago, eh?  Own the past and dream of the future...

No signs of the storm here in SJS.  Once again, the beautiful hill and ocean are calling, and so - rest complete - it is off we must go to catch the sunset from the top.  The mandatory pilgrimage that I love so.  And more reflection on what is to come, what is to fit within the imaginary squares drawn in the air to sum up all possible points...