As I sat here this afternoon doing battle with the flies that seemed to be hell bent on finding an entrance into my head via my ears.
And… I waited for peace to smother me in its embrace.
I often ruminate on how I got to this point, and I have to admit that I’ve yet to come up with an answer that clears the air.
How did a kid from Chicago’s Northwest side find himself ensconced in the bosom of Mother Nature on a regular basis?
I have no answers.
I grew up on a heavy diet of Lake Michigan. However, the “everythingness” that is the Windy City will never succumb to the deception that you are somewhere other than in her orbit.
As I sit in these assorted venues throughout Maryland…
I get the exact opposite.
I have to keep my guard up from those vexing questions that I pepper myself with… Fearful of the answer(s) that I may get.
Overthinking… Is a poison that is extremely contagious, isn’t it enough that I have a dumping ground for that which would burden me?
The crescendo of the water.
Is hypnotic, cleansing…
But I can’t leave it at that, because that would be too much like right.