Leaving behind all those dead thoughts in your mind.

The stench of the pus is gone. The sun feels warm and the wind

whispers and whistles a new melody. With lots of soft and high notes.

Such as the shrill of the eagle passing above you. Majestically.

Its shadow foreboding a fresh dawn full of hope and mystery.

The mind seeking and aiming for the unknown.

The old skin has been washed down by the river of life. All the way

South. Beyond Cape Horn. And beyond. My feet are on firm ground

now. Must make the most and best of it. There is only half a day of

sunlight to do it before I go to bed. ” Time is of essence “. As we know.

Not a minute to be lost, although I’m warmly and comfy in my bed.

Could beautiful sun wait for me a few more minutes? I promise I’ll try

to compensate for spent time. Hoping to be capable of repay.

And, being things be the way they are, I shall try as best as I can.

EO