Inspiration, aviation.

Patrick flew away from me this morning, leaving me unbalanced and with a dozen empty spaces to fill. This is my first attempt at filling some.

I've been inspired by Jess Santrock more times than I can count in the last nine or ten months, and this blog is the product of her most recent inspiration. To write. About anything and all things, because language is a gift. And because sharing ourselves with each other is an even greater one. 

These are my last twenty days in Tennessee; I'm going to do all I can to fill the spaces, and to make them count.

p.s. I drove nearly straight into the moon on my way home from work tonight; I'd never seen it so low and so HUGE in the sky so late at night. It was incredible.