February 8, 2019
What a long day. What do you do when you're overwhelmed? Do you keep moving or do you stay still? (When you're lost, stay still, someone will eventually find you.) McKinley Hill is now a familiar character...it breathes, sleeps, putts around. It's now become a looming shadow that it's getting harder to pay real attention to it because of its omnipresence. Was that the right word? Omnipresence? Anyway. It's just there. With all its prettiness and market lights and busyness and uphill sidewalks. Somehow the only thing left to do now is leave. Look for something else not...temporary.