Summer

Karibu,

Work in progress. My changeable nature has struck again, but for now to entertain you all:

And that is why I have to go back
to so many places in the future,
there to find myself
and examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over the rocks and clods of earth,
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road.
                -Pablo Neruda, End of the World (Wind)