IMG_0067I’m spending a lot of time by the lake.  Lake Calhoun. I wrote about this before.  Probably many times.  How many thoughts can one mind think?  How many ways can one situation look?  How many paths are on the same track?  Do all of them lead to the same place?  Are there always horse paths and hiking paths and snowmobile paths and winter paths and summer paths?  What’s the appropriate metaphor?

Sometimes I feel like I’m forgetting something.

Like an adventurer does, I’ve chosen a star, Polaris. I’ll follow it until I can’t or the path no longer exists.  I plot my course and set sail.  To infinity and beyond.