Springboarders
The tides are turning. The weather is warming slightly, and the wheels are pushing the meter of the road rhythm, and I find myself a little gasped at how it's all flying by. Yesterday, it was Christmas. Today, it's nearly April. What do we do with the time?
I've been busy, and I've got some bodies of work I can lay out there, but I'm also looking forward to a slower summer. I long for some down time at lakes. With friends. Fires. Workshopping songs. BBQ's. Ball games. Good hugs. Deep water plunges. Thunder storms.
As I finish another day of sitting at a desk and cranking numbers out into a database, I have to wonder what it all means.
