February 6, 1999: Causing shape
Today is one of those days when you feel winter building behind the dawn—Then it never wants to flow, ten million thoughts and no place to go—half of which are moods, not of choice, avenues of lesser importance…yet each graveled road comes with enough fire power to cause city councils to hold special meetings. A dusty road we live on—houses pretty much hand built by fathers who spend their weekend hours ripping down shacks and homes once lived in. Things you can never explain, so you make up stories, only to become satisfied.