Stormchaser

A year on, the last of my days on a diamond in the rough. Bye bye, my lady.

Slow Speed Ahead

Another year bites the dust. Another grey hair, another goodbye.

I wish I knew what to make of the months gone past, but the speed with which life twisted, turned, spun, screeched, belched, gasped, grinned and wept have left me mute, wordless.

And weary.

I'm glad for everything 2008 was, taught, made. I'm grateful I was there. I'm relieved I made it.

Of Gravy Trains...