Frigid air surrounds me like my thoughts;
Also cold. And changing.
Don't be silly. I'm happy with who I am.
My body could use a tune-up; without a doubt.
But I never doubted myself for a millisecond.
There are, however, long spells of wondering,
which make me wonder further.
How am I to live as I am meant to live?
Where is home, anyway?
Why is my jalepeño plant wilting?
Does he even bother to read these free insights into my thoughts?
Who cares? No--really--who cares?
Slow down.
I said that to myself as I drove up to Cuyamaca.
You never know what is around the corner.
I said that to myself just now;
I'm sitting here, at my desk, yet I'm still
moving forward.
