Long Walk

It was a long walk to the store today. I found myself drifting in thought much like the caricature in the book "Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance". I thought back to my childhood and how magical summer was for me. I recalled how I collected thousands of maple tree helicopters in the back of a toy dump truck so I could throw them up in the air all at once and see what happens. That sort of curiosity is far from gone with me, but the love of summer seems to be lost this year. I'm having to move so that I live closer to civilization. It's the first step in getting my life back on track. I've been thinking about how hard it's going to be to see my son once I do move, and how it will become only visitations. I know the work ahead of me will be far from easy, but giving up simply isn't an option for my sons sake.