intro.

I’m just walking. If there was anywhere to go on a day like today I would walk there. But there isn’t. Just the sun moving slowly across its sky and me moving in circles far below, looking up. The snow has melted in our town and I can picture the grass fighting upwards, buds on trees whispering of revolution. And I’m walking in this change of season thinking about how seasons can change but people can’t ever really change and realizing what crazy means and what crazy does. How can I not think of Deep Water, of dives to retrieve lost souls? I’m not a bad man. I don’t think I’m good, but I’m certainly not bad. And besides, who can tell the difference?