The project has come and gone and the makings of it have lost themselves in the living. And the living of the life carries you along. From one eddy to the next we find ourselves, circling for a spell..and then deposited back into the onwards.
So then, into the onwards, whatever that’s to mean. I’ll carry myself there as the stream carries me, and still sitting is apt for mud of what transpires here.
Whatever that may be.