What can I say?  Life is life.  Death comes as a torment to some, and a passing moment to others.  

 

This piece was started in ’06.  Never left the tapes to my editor till just the other day.  On that day I found a nice bit of guitar on a friends web site.  Said music was able to spark up a a bunch of images in my head.  These images are two different visits to the junction of California highways 41 and 46.

 

Often all we have left to turn to is the breath . . . listen to it, for your breath holds the plot of  all life.