Travel, thought and old whiskey. Technology and poems. The heady wintry air in the mountains, the salty warm nest of the summer ocean. Work like a demon, love simple, play complicated. Serenity is a lost sock, nestled somewhere down in the sofa. I will find you yet! Love, freckles, and old whiskey. Soft - pushing at the edges, Parting with velvet mind. Lost, sometimes, in time, or in the soft sight of the world in all her optic possibility. There are pictures - to be taken!