guess it’s been quite a while since i last visited these orange pages of sunset colored memories, a year to be exact. i’m homeless again, wandering along the vast prairies of the western world. i’ve just survived a couple of snow storms, another clie reset, and a change of job. life just goes on and on like a song that’s on eternal repeat.

i needed to post again because the pen has been beckoning me to carve more stories into stone and make a landmark out of each moment. i wish i still remembered how to write.. is it like riding the bike again after spending a long time walking? jittery and unsure at first then after finding the second wind, things go on smoothly from there..

so where do i begin really? today is as good as any for a starting point, i’ll just work my way backwards and forwards and sideways.. whatever.

just got back from niagara falls. the weather was balmy, with wind chill at -13 but the place still kept most of it’s mystique intact. rode the climate controlled gondola which had a great view of the main attraction and the rest of the city, being on high places gets me high. wish i could be like the seagulls on horesshoe falls, wish i could soar high above my limitations and reach the sky..