Cannon Cronopios

The annual pilgrimage to the Fort McNab cannon and another bottling for the ages.  The back-to-back trips around the island courtesy of the Southerly breeze.  Stories and music.  And reincarnating Satchmo and Cortazar for the proceedings.  Words and sounds that may last as long as forever.  A good night, and recorded for her, as you await that verdict.  A long time without communication even though truly it has only been hours.  Madness.  How will it end?

How will it all end, at that?  Visit by the office from B today, just checking in and yet an undertone of concern, perhaps...  I cannot see these days lasting.  The motivation to check out is too grand.  Where it will lead, I know not, but the 40th is the time to begin anew, there is no doubt.  By then the 5 years will almost have ended.  Be brave enough.  I have no doubt you will, when the time comes.