From the digital ether, I hear the cries of this blog, starved since September of meaningful entry. I am haunted at night by the dragging chains of my words here, sometimes visited by the specter of what might yet be.
Where, you may ask, is the long-awaited entry illustrating my recent vacation to Germany? What did I have to say about a week in California, where I stood on the beach with my feet awash in the cold Pacific surf and traversed the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time? What words, if such feelings could be adequately expressed in words, can I offer concerning the fate of our beloved Longhorns this fall? Other topics such as Thanksgiving, new relationships, future travels, sword fighting, discovery of an overlooked television gem, and encroaching cold weather are roaming through the backcountry of my mind, seeking a place to take root.
The last half of this year has yielded more changes in my life than I expected. Dreams long held and oft deferred have been realized. It has been a time of discovery. The opportunity to explore a portion of the Old Country as a visitor from the New World was greatly fulfilling.
I have written about these things, although not at the level I would like. I should add some polish and post it here to expand this narrative. Such a thought strikes me as odd. Like the ebb and flow of conversation, I feel that timing is important here. Pause for too long before delivering a snappy line, it will feel flat and faded, and then you are left to lament a missed opportunity. But the conversation moves on, always pursuing the horizon.
The compulsion to write here is not as frequent as it once was. There are myriad reasons for this. However, I should practice.
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