There were shadows and light in the valley this morning. For a moment, the last four years became yesterday’s box score, my mind was free and easy – “lemme get lost in the rock and roll, and drift away”

I found the fish camp, turned around and found the smoke risin’ in the mist. “Lookin’ for the home I’ve never found” as an old song puts it. For the rest of the journey that image stuck with me as it does to this day.

Marathon morning, #3
Bob Marley in my head, fear,
And joy in my heart.

“I rode an old paint”
went up
Cold mountain, met Han-Shan.

Dark and rainy come
Fall,

Astrologer, and
healer seeks his doctorate,

“Way leads on to way,”
Robert Frost said that about two
roads, taken and not.

One shot at a time.