Mon 30 Apr 2007
Today I made the trek to Santa Cruz. I could have stopped by
The Golden Fleece. I was a hop, skip and jump away from there.
I resisted.
I could have gone to Capitola, to The Yarn Place.
I did not.
What is wrong with me?
The projects unfinished are coming to haunt me. Is that it?
The Seeker of Sunsets by Franco Fortunato