5C and clear (sun's not quite up)
We did the garage sale thing at the club yesterday, in the afternoon Chad and I replaced the hot tub roof that had been destroyed in a storm last winter. Then the local "kids" were here for supper and a hot tub.

I flipped through the remaining pages of "Wolf Dreams" last night and found one more poem. Again it is untitled and the words are the finale of the book, but if my interpretation is correct the finale was the beginning of a new chapter.

Tomorrow I will again start posting my story ("Water Borne") from where I left off. I had developed it ahead aways , so have  quite a few days before I have to try and build on it.

Finale

Life is a balloon

Floating, drifting on currents

Beyond it’s control.

Cruel Fate will pick one

To soar high above

And it will prick one

To send it spiraling down

We try our best to fly

An endless struggle

So much easier to crawl,

To slide down the hill.

Instead of climbing up,

But how much better the view


Alan Harvey Little
(From "Wolf Dreams")