Life speaks to me in seasons...

Having finished a-soon-to-be-published guide to the North American Agreement on Labor Cooperation, I’m wrapping up another day in Washington DC. School will be in session soon. Business is good...but we sure need that new contract. Alone in my cubicle, my brain resembles a restless nomad...plagued by narcotic space and indolent randomness. The weather is indecisive today. I seriously need to remember all my appointments for tomorrow. Goodness, I have missed writing.

Yes! Writing...I am writing...focus! I enjoy writing because it forces me to think, savor, feel, conclude, and create. Introspection increases sensitivity. *Becomes moderately aware.* No, honestly, this is a bit of a process for me. Life has been inextricably crazy...and I have been distracted in the process. *Sits back to collect himself before...*

"Walked away to another plan.

Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.

I move on to another day,

to a whole new town with a whole new way.

Went to the porch to have a thought.

Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.

You don't know where and you don't know when.

But you still got your words and you got your friends.

Walk along to another day. Work a little harder, work another way."