I heard once that you shouldn't write when you're not in the right state of mind because they things you write seem to not be your own. Insane and crazy things, connects between an item to an event make sense now but later will be senseless. Despite that I shall write and see what I can discover; but what I always wanted to be, an explorer.
I stare out the window on our trips back and forth between Wausau and Appleton. The schenery is changing to spring but I also sense it's brother Fall in the air; memories suround me from all angles of these times I've had before. Good one and bad walk hand in hand to revisit, stay in my cramped hubble of a house. We get cozy that way, just like we were when we first met, so long ago.
Stories begin and I listen intently as always the details are the best part the features of faces and people every which way and maybe only one would be there all is normative.
NO more to say.