These days I let the cold in. I creak at the joints because of it. It's a constant reminder that they can hear me passing through the house. I wear sweaters for comfort and these days are more important for the whole and less for the moment. I have a future to reminisce about. Birds speak of procedures and pecking orders via airmail. And we will work, endlessly, until our bones peak through our fingertips. This is the life we are meant for. Ahhh to live and die in HNL.
My journal is filled with constant memos and notes. It is filled with my life and it's the overflow valve that worries me. It is at these times, I withdraw and observe. There's usually nothing going on. But sometimes....