A time of quiet tranquility. Every step taken is a step closer to peace, and to home. While the saying goes "Home is where you hang your hat.". I have many hats. I like collecting them and have a great many. I even have a mustard colored derby, that my wife hates. I really do like the way an old hat feels. I will say my wife and kids keep me sane by driving me batty. I would be lost without them.
It makes a travelling soul wonder, where has it been? What has it seen? There is a sudden chill, and hand attempting to hold my hand, and caressing my arm. It's kinda creepy at first then more reassuring than anything. Well not completely sane. Today is a kinda day to leave my hat right where it is. It a deep breath into a foray I never quite get right, but still worth the effort. So if you see me. I look like anybody else, and we all do everyday. In camouflage and with great strength to try to get it right in every way.
Mahalo.
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