Back to "The Front"

There was this moment:  I'd had too much wine, I was exhausted from the climbing, and I just felt so alive, you know?  I just had one of those feelings where everything was in time and I couldn't break out of the rhythm, where everything had it's place and you're just floating through the moment.  Everything is woven together, everything fits.  And for a moment life makes sense.  

All I could do was be.  

There was no other option.

Then I fell asleep, and when I awoke, it was back to the front.

Check. Check, 1, 2. Is This Thing On?

Ok.  I'm skipping class.  I'm ready to spend a weekend in the Red River Gorge.  I'm packing two bottles of wine, my pipe, a hammock, and some oatmeal.  

I'll let you know how it goes...