Regardless of large hands and small controls there is no shame in losing one’s way on the way to finding it. Stepped back into the comforting shadow of my inspiration, surrounded by dwarfing giants, rhetoric beyond the audience and calculations too long to measure. This is the place of journey’s middle, foot kicked up on a stump, freshly buttered biscuit from the cast iron smoking as it asks the fire for more.

Dirt on everything, running water thirty feet away, but now is the time to sit and enjoy the season for no other reason than it is good to find rest in deep or empty thought. Greens and browns of woodland man I would assume that to most but the squirrels and fawns I blend. Birds chirp and casually sort through the assorted handful of seeds and nuts I tossed their direction. What is good you know it right away.

The evil does not consume my time. The pain that they leave in their wake captures my attention. For this is a walk of health and scars, leaving the tar and feathering to angry folks and wrapping the broken hearts, wounded memories and showing love as the answer to all communication difficulties. Sitting alone is good but barely kicks the meter when compared to the emotions and trying times spent with humans and dogs.

These are the winds of the Winter’s passage. A Spring awaits so cool and clean we may drink it down to slake our burning thirst for peace. Passion’s hope is that we are ambitious about anything noble. No more, it’s all about me. These are the days and years where Men find purpose and resolve even unto passing. That is the course of worthy outcome. To be measured not by successes but by diligent, perhaps relentless resistance against the dark, Knowing the Light of the World has come.