Through my journeys during the coming months and then the rest of my life there may come times when I am alone with God and my thoughts, here is where I choose to spill them.
That’s all he wrote.
It’s over. I sit here in the Alicante-Elche airport waiting for my turn to check in my undoubtedly overweight bag praying for the miracle of a no-questions-asked smooth glide through my airport related affairs; a pipe-dream if I’ve ever heard one, but I hold on to my pathetic hopes none-the-less. It’s been a long time … More That’s all he wrote.
