words

and numb in flight,

slowly combine over time,

What if we don't?

What if all you have is now and right now?

"she is smiling."

"she is frowning."

"she is grinning."

But how does one describe an expression?

2006. 22 years old.

Today, I am almost 37 and I have gone through so much more than I thought or hoped I would by now.

Many times over, I have felt the same way that I wrote in this doodling presented here.

Somehow I keep going on. Getting back up. Continuing to do my best, even if it's not great at any given moment.

All you can do is try to be the best person you can be on any given day.

"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself." -William Faulkner

Just keep going. Just keep swimming.

Build a fire with them.

I also miss the lulling hum of secadas on spring and summer evenings; the crisp air and sunshine year round; the fireflies; the gangs of croaking frogs; and of course the endless prairie sunsets and sunrises, even more beautiful than over the ocean.

So much dynamism in the Midwest that people so easily miss if they havent grown up there; it's born and sleeps in the mixture of airs, and slowly comes to life constantly, daily and monthly.