Five Years Have Passed...

... and with the length of five long winters, and still I see...

The tradition continues, this time with the rental to account for the loss of the Mazda to the moose.  Cloudy, but a thin layer of horizon offering a chance.  Mulled cider to pass the time and the question of rum always answered in the affirmative.  Some people and yet a quiet, reflective moment in time.

So many thoughts in thinking back to moments gone by, in between trips, upon these rocks and within these walls.  Pre-Europa, Post-SF, readying for Philly in the midst of Comey.  How stand I then, now.  On the verge of Beto, Luckenbach, and (later) the Luxor.

Wishing and waiting to be as free as the rolling fog.  And it is coming, the roundabout thought process toward the MFA as the right path, starting next year.  Oh how not to be embroiled in the madness of the work-a-day world.

Time to catch the sun, and then some cleaning and a rest.  5 years.  Imagine.  Cheers, McMahon.  Will next year find you on the road at this time?  Perhaps.  Who can say?  Just be grateful for the sense of humour, the wit of those around you in the POD, in this Province of the Order of the Good Time.  The boat out earlier this morning and already looking forward to what may turn out to be the last relaunch in May.  The stories remain to be written - stand and go fill the blank page.