Something must have died somewhere, somewhere beyond my control. Push it back where nothing exists, nothing which makes me whole.
I had been away much too long but the drive and inspiration that I had expected to gain after returning from my vacation are not as prevalent as I had expected them to be. The mountains of central New Mexico have already been experienced. Don’t get me wrong for they still hold my undivided attention, but I just couldn’t help but wonder what lurked beyond those peaks. What does the north hold? Does the east threaten these parts with its own special kind of beauty and how about those tropical islands I’ve read so much about?