Just a wave, nothing more, to let you know this end of the continent still floats,
global warming real or imagined has yet to turn us into crispy critters,
and life rolls on.
I see you're well, and thriving. I think of you often, and miss our convos,
but things change; people move on, forcibly and otherwise.
And one thing Ive found; in some regards, you can't go back. It's been tried;
and beyond the sense of closure, there's nothing but air, once the loose ends have
been tied off.
Be well, be happy.