Reflections in a Crystal Wind

As I reflect, especially this time of year...as the sun is just beginning its movement up from the lowest point it has achieved on the horizon...the solstice has passed, the days are getting longer...if not noticeably so yet.

Thanks to my old friend, bookend...who passed in 1966...motorcycle accident.  Too soon taken.

  

If I don't know where I'm going

Perhaps I'll wait beside the pathway 

When no one's coming, and count the questions 

I've turned away from, or closed my eyes to

Or had no time for, or passed right over 

Because the answers would shame my pride

I've heard them say the word forever

But I don't know if words have meaning

When they are promised in fear of losing 

What can't be borrowed, or lent in blindness

Or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers

~Paraphrased from Richard Fariña, Reflections in a Crystal Wind