Follow the Lighted Promenade

The moon casts an odd glow tonight.  I feel far from home and untogether.  Unread and underproductive.  Loud and distorted. Alone with dreams at two in the morning.  Full of thoughts too big. I love my friends and feel thankful - despite everything, I'm never alone. I am a teacher and I live what I do. I am a writer, though sometimes I wonder where it all comes from and where it all goes, and I know it doesnt matter as long as I am moved by it. Chris is a writer of the highest order...a real writer.  Adam's work is full of a fascinating (though deeply cathartic) passion.  Sarah has ideas but they go mostly unsung.   I have been so happy yet so longing. There is more here... In Brin's Woods I came close to saying it. I've been to Switzerland and felt it and saw it, though only for fleeting moments.  Does magic crystallize only in retrospect?   Find the one that lights the way for you.