Ded. Reckoning

I have intent, though no plan here, no course set - except that I intend to write - which, sure, might be like captaining a voyage in search of new worlds without chart or compass, nor floatie twig on knotted string, no glass trickling sand, no chronometer, no sense of time, and prepared only with schoolboy science about one star bright above my home. Let’s say perhaps not even knowing that star will be lost beyond a certain latitude.

Still anyway - what’s being alive without the adventure and the trying - eh?! There may even be a thing there like chocolate for fattening the history books.

Thanks - I welcome your company.