Vagabond's Waltz

So let's see...

It's been a bit of an eventful couple weeks. I went to War again with my friend. But the differences this time being that it wasn't all the way in the AZ. Rather, the opposite direction in So Cal. SLASH Practically Mexico! Even better? I drove myself! First time ever that I've driven anywhere out of town, let alone out of state. Of course, as one might be able to gather, I made it there and back in one piece.

War itself was pretty mellow. Not a whole ...

Can you hear it?
...The call of Freedom.
Can you sense it?
...The subtle tone of Regret the call comes laced with.

Do you ache for it?
...The surging Desire to spread those new grown wings; to see just how far you can fly; how high you can sore by your own abilities.
Do you dwell on it?
...The Repercussions on what is left behind in order to do so; how unstable the balance might become as that pillar of support breaks away.

Will you embrace ...

As I take a moment to catch my breath after being mashed into a pile of grunt-muscle goo, I thought I would at least be able enough to provide my fellow forumers with the opportunity to see where the hell I've been.

Granted, I don't quite know all of you as well as I would like, I don't recall many of you being fans of country music, so I wouldn't expect a large number to be familiar with the American Country Music Awards that happened here roughly a week ago. On the off chance that ...

It's really interesting how one can find the drive to endure when the right carrot is dangled on the line...

But that isn't to say I need much motivation at all really. I enjoy my line of work. And I enjoy the pay that comes with my line of work. What isn't always as enjoyable are the hours that it can have. The inconsistency is already a rather slippery slope. One month can be incredibly busied and the helterskelter that encompasses it can be something to be rivaled. Then, in the blink ...

Where does one turn when the joys that once filled one to contentment have gone to leave something to be desired? What remedy is there to be had when the ailment is within the heart?

When once a sufficient rhythm of Life no longer flows so easily, the paths begin to grow unfamiliar and the warmth seems to ebb. How is the course found once again when one is lost within?

The flames of creation have receded to placid embers.
The crashing waves that no towering ...