“We walked down a crunchy, leafed path as the sun shot through the tall, semi-bare trees. Yellows, browns, oranges and reds still clung to life and those that had lost the battle decorated the foliage and grounds.”

“When you wake up with a song stuck in your head, it means an angel sang you to sleep.”

“Out in the distance I could hear an animal wailing as though the air curled around the sound and flipped it around.”

“Yes, he is here in thisopen field, in sunlight, amongthe few young trees set outto modify the bare facts--he's here, but onlybecause we are here.When we go, he goes with usto be your hands that neverdo violence, your eyesthat wonder, your livesthat daily praise lifeby living it, by laughter.He is never alone here,never cold in the field of graves.”

“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and red and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window.”

“The digital sunset always looks better than the real thing, always. Because a sunset generated by the basic package of yellow sun and blue sky is unreliable. Today it may be stunning, hypnotic. Tomorrow it may be lifeless and dull, a white sky scorched with yellow. Tomorrow the sky will be velvet.”

“But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go. ”