Carolina

Spoke too soon about not having jet lag. I slept in too late this morning thinking it wouldn't hurt but I'm now suffering the consequences of hubris. I'm now hoping that the combination of blog writing, a night cap and James Taylor will get me to sleep before 2 am.

James just went out to Carolina in his mind and I think I'll join him for a while. At the moment I'm in the foothills sometime in the mid fall. The leaves have started to change and the hills have turned from rolling emeralds to the wild reds, yellows and oranges of a cheerful campfire. The color bedazzles the eye and the soul drinks in the moment of beauty and friendship and warmth. This is a place where every vista is worth hours of hiking for and where friendships are cemented in sweat and adventure and real conversations. Here you find hidden places and wondered if they've ever been burdened by the cares of a transient like myself. Here you long for eternity because finite time is too fickle and compels you to leave before your soul has had it's fill of color. Here you look out at the horizon and wonder aloud the deep questions of the heart some of which are answered and others that drift on into the distance never to be fully understand till we pass these terrestrial bounds.

As suddenly as Carolina comes she goes leaving behind just a faint promise of a distant future and a lingering hope of beauty and life. Now concerns of sleep and tomorrows both close at hand and those far away will call me back but I know that Carolina is out there and one day I'll find her.

Thanks James.