It's a cool, gray December morning...and I wonder "where has the summer gone?" - In fact, it's been 4 months since I've spent time here, but the whirlwind of Summer was connected elsewhere, traveling, living in a faraway moment, not knowing - realizing the constant tick of time continues whether I am present in it...or not.

And so I find myself at December's door, hearing only static from the summer's wind and feeling the chill of tomorrow. Hmmmm...Let's light a fire, open a bottle of wine and damn the past and the future...let's laugh, drink and enjoy only this moment while the oceans fill with red wine.

*Secret Smile*

Sitting, waiting for the wind of change to find me...should I whirl about to create my own turbulence or simply sit quietly, patiently...and wait for the forces in the universe to conjour up my muse?

Ah, the question of Stasis...but I can feel the wind of change beginning to stir, if only by my willing it so...to fill my sail, full and by, and let my journey continue forward.