The great contradiction with the Gregorian calendar is that February is both the longest and the shortest month. There is no other delight that compares to it’s passing. Baby March, lamb that she is, we welcome her
The longer we wait, the clearer the vision becomes. Sometimes, through a crack in the sky, I see bits and pieces of things to come
Or perhaps it is just the past repackaged, reassembled to make up for old transgressions. It seems that my second chance was several chances ago. Somehow, I have kept this old craft afloat, bailing constantly, land nowhere in sight, crew on the verge of mutiny, but they decide, in the end, that life on this island beats whatever madness the boat was going to carry them back to
I tell myself not to be in a hurry. Stop chasing that carrot I keep dangling from the end of a stick just out of reach. My bike took me for a ride to Krogers today. Cold with a good north wind but the sun was inrrestidible. It has a salubrious effect on the blood. In the saddle I am first ten then twenty years younger. I take out a map and see the road to the coast is no longer than my pinkie.