on that path. yes that one. you the one where you dunked that guy three times and sent him in – tail between his legs. he was lucky a next guy didn’t get a hold of ‘im.

me? I’m stronger ‘n I was up ’till recently. swingin a hammer and carrying lumber all day will to do it to ya. but I reckon I’m more calm too. more centered. work is for feeding the little ones. it’s for buildin our nest. work is for that sense of right.

Jack Hillman photo

out here in the water I get a different sense. I get the sense of self. it don’t take much to reconnect to that little tendril of time. one smooth bank off the bottom – feelin the rail engage and grab on like a sharp knife cutting through a raw tenderloin. and when the rail releases it’s like a slingshot blast to the high line. and know I’m coming to terms with what to do with that limited freeness.

that’s what it is ain’t it? we all think we’re free. maybe at times. but free gets thrown around too easy. we really ain’t all that free when you think on it. I mean you gots this and that thing to deal with. real things too. not made up shit.

so that one little moment I get I try see it for what it is. freeness. like seaguls not flapping in the high breeze – just sitting there in the air using the wind to stay afloat. that’s all we really need don’t it?

you know better? let me know when you find out.