She asks me where I had been while she was away. I say, 'nowhere special', but she shakes her head. I can tell by the look in her eyes that something is wrong. She asks, "Did you go to Houston?" "No," I answer. "What makes you think I would go to Houston?" "Because she was …
a night time reflection
an offering... I've got the wind at my back. Yet I still haven't found my own path. How long can I expect this life to last? After all is said and done, who is the person I was meant to be. Is it something still in front of me? Moving further down the road, questions …
Dixie's Road Trip 