I survey my story with concern. I feel strongly about my motives, when I can find them.
A loved one gazes into the distance - an ocean off to the right. He is tender, more than patient. Patience is shed over the years - rubbed away, and like a skin one no longer requires.
Each moment, every glance, is more than the last. Every, single, second - well, they accrete. Nicely.
The book, the road, the idea, and time, all disappear.
My motives now clear, I may return to our tale. Telling, like testifying.
Links to the entire “Guyton/Walker Failever Over New Year” series:
On the Road with Guyton/Walker
“The Failever of Judgement” and the journey over New Year’s weekend
A flurry of Failever’s and a bit of the road
Our journey continues
Looking at the edge (and also you can bet looking at Moyra Davey)
And, as it happens, the ground is always present
The book, the triumph, the need to tell, the road home, part one
Getting into in with our friend. Intro to The End.
Something(s) I Learned Today (including more re: G and W)