Saturday, February 23, 2019

moving on

“At last,...”; yet, it’s nothing like a major goal. It’s a milestone, which is
a waystation on a path.

Having known the distant peak for years—though expecting it to be transformed by upcoming ventures of bibliophilia—I gained
an entranceway that’s also prospective of aspiration.

I’ve been midlanding, down from a highland, looking back up toward where I’m going. Having come downland (nothing elitist about it!)
to attest that my way is reliable, I’m eager to go back home to conceptual futures and tropical surprises.

I ended the winter series (“furthermore”) by writing: “The Project itself is, so far, over 1,500 pages. And soon, I’ll really begin.”