Well...certainly, time has taken it's rightful place by informing me that change is due. It's been a long time. Not really. As a eight year-old, five months was nothing. another 3/8" on a imaginary meter stick my parents marked off my gained height at their bedroom door.

We're now in Laramie if you haven't noticed. The fishing is tightly guarded by homesteaded ranchers...1/4 of their family members who once made it here and  triumphantly secured the water rights. 

School is what school has always been - studying and learning things a-new. I picked up a small-time reporting beat to an even smaller paper in Jackson Hole and substitute teach in-between. Still, Wyoming is the place for the two of us right now. Neither miss much of the world's financial hustle and decline and find more suitable/equitable time spent on either the piano or steel guitar. 

Carolyn's in the fix of applying to graduate school and I'm happy to follow wherever her fine brilliance leads us. A difficult year - which, could've been worse - only has all the more room to go. 

If you didn't know me when I was 27, enjoy;

Widening

Just to know

how I was left to believe

Heaven's unblinking eye 

had finally

looked away from me.

Warmed by

how it still feels -

old threadbare linens

that couldn't possibly cover

anymore.

Taking off

those tattling hinges

and leaving the door

wide-open

forever.

May all be blessed,

Troy