Sunday, December 30, 2007
and so, a toast
And as the old is going, the new rides in on its tail. A time for reflection and I am not ready. Already missing the cafe days of summer where I could sit and stare while sipping a coffee. Standing still, head turning to my left, then to my right, waiting to see which fork in the road stabs me in the foot and gets my attention to walk forward, never backward. These are my twirling thoughts, my meanderings.