Never Get Tired of the Cliffs

Good Evenin'

So, sorry, some a you left comments yesterday, and I never got back to you. Another frosty mornin', I was concerned about the ponies, than I ran off to restock the wood pile, where I'd got down to my last stick. But, all in all a fair day; still can't seem ta get over the 20 mark, but it could be worse and it was fair sunny.

We're supposed to start warmin' up here, next few days; over forty by mid week.

Did get a minute, visit with an old friend, another fanatical heart soul; always nice ta visit. Hard to explain what we talk about, I suppose you'd say somethin' like, "war stories"; the things ya go through tryin', be true ta your self. We laugh, we cry, we remember "saint so and so", it's always a treat. And, funny, we grew up just some miles apart, but never met each other 'til we get stuck on "the path". And, our individual paths have gone hither and yon, but every few years, we'd cross again, or we'd meet someone knew someone, knew both, phone numbers'd get passed and we'd have another chance ta catch up.

But it sure is magic, the stories get shared and how they move the heart.

And, speakin' a which, as they day went by, ponies and firewood, I'm thinkin' ta see if I couldn't catch, a few more minutes of heart time; 'fore the hour grows late and the fire grows cold.

Have a nice night!

Best, Always
jeune