I took a ride as far East as I could go, before it got dark this week. I found a vista with a line I could make out in the mountains. I had been searching for a path to represent where I am. It has been a long and rugged one, crooked at times… not just literally but metaphorically speaking. I liked this one because I couldn’t make out where it actually began or ended. I could only see a part of it, like only living in the present, not looking too far ahead or behind. The landscape around was overwhelming but peaceful, like my life has become. My life has calmed down but the changes are overwhelming on my path. I look East as far as the eye can see and I want to go further. I should just enjoy the view.