Commentary: I had just moved to Oregon and I was beginning to consider traveling back to my hometown.
I have seen the sand that drifts into the wind to the west, a full moon that rises on the east, an ocean warm enough to soak your very soul in the south, and now I see a light that shines brighter than the sun in the north. I have traveled the world and beyond to know that we are a human race, all communicating the same stories no matter what language we speak. Sometimes, together we will and together we will not. But, no matter how far away you are, standing right next to you does not seem to be an issue no longer. I am listening. And I can only hear what is needed to be heard. None of this nonsense about what he said and she said but only the important matters. This will complete the story. A question you ask yourself in the mirror. An answer that lies behind your eyes and deep into your thoughts. This is all that has to be said… for now. And when I return, they will listen to another story.