not even a glimpse of light

scattered

seems like yesterday

remembrance in the midst of summer

refutation

a flawed strategy

farewell to July

exiting the tunnel ... now

the tension

looking for a dock to disembark

about the reflections . . .

chalking it up to memories

143rd birthday

reflections

there is no past

proceed with the exit plan, on Summer Solstice

peeling away . . . it's gone astray

shadows from the past

derailed

hints of an exit