Pavestones

As if forever was a given, pave stones set about a garden advanced in years would tell of courageous feet and purposed paths.  Etched upon each one the tempestuous vagaries of life.  I walked there, and have come across none twice. The next step before me waits for its instructions.  The year spins past and the […]

The last one

Glory days are always the best of the best and I am pretty much done with the hurry up and get there era, assimilating more of a hold-on, I-wasn’t-done-with-that, wait-a-minute perspective in order to scoff at the memory of the rabid flames of my more tender days when energies refused to be thrust anywhere but vigorously […]