So when is enough, enough? Time bids us this choice and chance every so often in life. To just walk away. What keeps me visiting this point in my life over and over? The refusal to give up but believe there is a greater gift for me if i hang on and be patient. Faces and places pass before me yet none capture me, contain me and for this I continue on, content at being a wayfarer. The coldness may set in at eveningfall but I rise again with the warmth of the sun to go another day. Sometimes the promise of a gentle touch, glimpse of love from another is enough to suffice. For now, it is.