Far Away and All Above

Too long. It has been a long long night's dream of fish and clear crystal waters too long. Will be home in the good place shortly. Too long in the dark and narrow mud. Here is good, very good, and been better in last few months than I ever imagined--more music, dancing, drinking, friends, and making more friends, and good times than I ever imagined possible. Good music. How often can you go out to a place, eat, drink, hear good Cajun music going all night, and dance, and enjoy yourself without any self-consciousness or feeling of self at all because we're all in this together and enjoying ourselves. I truly have never had that in any other country or state. Maybe a little in Kentucky, but not in all of it. Not like all of it here. Not like everywhere I go and finding it in all people, their Cajun eyes, dark and behind something, but there to dance and drink and sing and smile when the music plays and the food is served. Not like every weekend here.

But home tomorrow. I think there may be about 3 people that ever read this damn blog, so for all of you, I'm going home after the longest dark night I dont ever want to revisit. Let us just hope the trout are rising into sunlight and the mountain air clears the heart like good angels drinking the cup of salvation from streams of tomorrow.