Always searching. New faces transform into familiar expressions who no longer capture my interest. Long-awaited mountains put my favorite pictures to shame, but from where I am stationed, the view could be more pleasing and the elevation could be a bit higher. Never satisfied. Where would I be right now if the summer was spent in limbo and my spirit was never provided the opportunity of new challenges? Winter rolled in with the clouds today and I am cozy in my bottom bunk, tucked away in my blankets, enjoying the aroma of an incense stick. Contentment is temporary.
September 5, 2001