The mark; It will not go away.

It's Friday. Again.

I'm wondering what the weather will bring today. Seems that we're in for some sort of minor cold front... Walter Winter just doesn't want to welcome Sally Spring. This suits me as I'm okay with a temperature dip from time to time. I'm looking outside and it looks like a male cardinal is staking his claim to something on the ground. Probably a seed or two that has been left behind by someone else. Probably Phillip. He's like that...

Just took a sip of water. From the tap and into an American pint glass.

That's better.

Everything seems to change like the weather. People evolve. Ideas flourish. Plans unfold to show the world that something great can result from something simple. A simple conversation. A simple laugh. An honest cry. It doesn't have to be grand, but it has to be pure. When it's pure... The flavor in the bottle can last forever. The world offers... I mean... The world "around us" offers a bucket of clues that we can either ignore or embrace. To ignore them would be unfair, but to reach out to them and snuggle up to the idea that life is meant to be carved into the thickest tree in the yard... That is where the journey begins, I'm thinking... That is where the true seekers start. Fighting to keep the blade sharp. Fighting to keep the eyes clear. Struggling to hang on... Believing in the belief of winning and accepting the challenges... Never being afraid to fall. Never being afraid to fall behind, always believing that the fall will mean something to someone you... Following the path. Seeing the signs up ahead. Seeking something great. Sharing that greatness. Raising the glass. Feeling the sheer beauty of the path. Carving deeper and deeper into the trunk. Uncovering the maps...

Another sip. A longer sip this time. Good.

OK.

I'd like to say something about the word, "victory." It matters more than anyone will ever care to admit. Even to the ones who aren't keeping score.

Look at the time.

Today, I'd like to thank Madwell, Pugliano, McMahon (to a lesser extent), Hutchinson, Markos, and Wright. I'm raising my pint glass to all of you today. Wherever you are...

Listening to "Flower To Hide" right now. My day just started... This is getting good.

Until, bsm*