A strange day.

Pardon my absence for a week now.  I have been, and remain, uninspired, for a number of reasons, none of which I care to ellaborate on.  Suffice it to say, I long for thing(s) in life that appear out of reach.  I'm getting older and feeling pinched by life's clock, yet I have experienced so little of what I came here for.  There is so little time left for me and to touch those I want to reach.  So much stands in my way and it appears insurmountable.  I know what I want.  But wanting something doesn't make it attainable or make it right.  I know I am loved, but I long to fully experience that love.  I want to be fulfilled.  Even more so, I want to fulfill.  I want to drive the Western roads through the mountains and the desert with the one true love and get out and gaze at the spectacular views and sit and talk together.  I want to hike in nature with her and hear the gentle crunching of our boots in the desert sand and rocks of the mountains.  I want to help her up and down off boulders and tight spots and drops as we hike.  I want to stand behind her and wrap my arms around her and hold her as we look out over the mountains and canyons, and warm my cold nose on her warm neck. I want to find a cozy, little one floor motel along the roadway each night to sleep together in and keep each other warm while the temperature plunges in the canyons nearby.  Then find a warm little roadside diner to eat breakfast and drink coffee the next morning before we set out for another day of discovery together.