Droned, The Sequel

Good aircraft gone bad.

Morning Nuke, Part II

Since I have not written much in a while, I'll share a deep moment from a few months back.



It was a fabulous morning, returning from a mountain night hike as the colors were changing by the second. Nothing in recent memory could top the smell of the crisp predawn air and the sound of the wilderness transitioning to the lumens. Nothing that is, except looking up to gaze a rocket streaking toward the heavens leaving a lingering plume in the purple haze just as I approached my destination.

"Now that's something you don't see everyday" said dag.

"Glad it was on its way up" said Brutus.

Memorial

Hope everyone enjoyed and pondered during the special weekend.

Someone called me yesterday and asked if I was still alive.

Yes.

Yes, I am.

For you (and you know who you are, not to be confused with the other you know who you are from last time) who took the time out of your busy BBQ and wondered WTF happened to dag, thanks for asking.

Really.

It reminded me that I am neglecting some special people that, whether by mutual prescriptive subconscious wisdom or through regretful ironic mishappenstance, helped shaped the dream I live today. Thanks. You know who you are.

I am still alive as one could ever be.