soon, soon.

As I look down the deserted ravine of office buildings on this Saturday morning, I can see my destination looming on the horizon, even though I look west. It is a linear, methodical journey that I now plod, pock marked with compliance mandates, inevitable obstacles, and treacherous potentials. Spring waits for me on the other end and if I listen hard, in my gaze I can hear them over there, singing. And the air there is soft, too.

JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA