I've always imagined myself walking a hillside to a castle large. This castle would be hosting a party. I would enter the main room and see the many and hear their laughter. It would take several fires to warm them and the brandy fell a bit short. I would walk over to the narrow stairway leading up. Ascending I would feel a new warmth and sense genuity. It would lead to a small room with a small fire, good brandy and a window framing a silent moon. In this room, I would find you and all would be good. Rick
I'm just me. Rick. I drive a truck, poorly, much as I do everything. I'm hard to know and harder to like. I wish it weren't so, but it is what it is. There is so much I don't understand. Writing helps me to ask the questions and you help me to find the answers. Thank you. ~rick