But a memory now.

Packing away a memory of 168 hours ago, drawing meaning from it, I move forward with more determination in all my endeavors hereafter. Protected from the elements, I am happy to be beneath a blanket and able to live today in leisure. Maybe I am vague at times, but I only came here to leave a harmless footprint, to pitch a tent, to fish, to stargaze, to build a fire of my gentle passions, to dig up dirt to bury a time capsule, to bond with buddies, to reflect on this gift of life, to intervene in your drunken self-destruction, to ramble among like-minded compadres, to joyride, to miss my sweetie, to see nature in October, to be and become a good man.