Lemon Grove Avenue

Life is good.  Work is well.  Sun it shines.  Home is clean.  Clothes laundered.  Paid are bills.  In short, order's got her muscle-grip viced down on all my mornings, afternoons and sundowns.  So because everything is so well, and because I realized this week just how well it was, and because I started to feel just a little claustrophobic in this one-truck town - I've decided to take to the woods this weekend.  Because what I really need is 60 straight hours in which I have no clue and no way of knowing what'll happen next.  Because what I really need is to be challenged by a steep and sliding trail, to be lost in all that's familiar, and to sit in the presence of a few who are much older and knowing than I'll ever be.  And because, which is always the best and most imperative reason of them all, is because I simply can.  But anyway the real reason is that I've heard the mountain has poems hidden up there and I won't be coming down before stealing a couple or at least sneaking a peek...  Happy Weekending everyone!