A tentative bookend

Standing atop that selfsame lookout post

from yesteryear,

near the edge of this big cliff

off to nowhere,

from where this all began.

But lightly now.

(What burdens? Why bother?)

Softly.

Previously engineering... something I can't quite remember now.

Currently -- and quite comfortably -- sitting back with my beach chair up on Moab, with a book to read, and none to write.

A thousand miles to go in any direction, true that, but still aiming at post #500!