Of newer sails and an ocean that never fails
I arrive at the last three days of my resting schedules. So, it is time for an update. My ~six year run with crisp wrapped up on NYE and the last month or so has been a hard one to both think about, and pen down. As I told an acquaintance, the day we wrapped up, saw a lump that called its home my throat. Or, to the melodramatic me, was akin to a father (my gender, nothing otherwise) losing his kid. ...