Surrounded by life by purpose an this I seek day in years out welcoming one element. Yet in this moment seeping slowly threw walls, mind and cover it taunts me testing the marrow in deep threaded memory. This will pass and clear so to be forgotten again a lesson never learned of my ignorance until drenched an cold decomposing I wish to change. With time as always patience in hand mending lines, leaks and life. March is the month Where I have lived through and out every time an time again, spring is for fisherman and flies speckled moments danced over the water forever day dreaming. Spring is also a good time for a new roof.
