My friends

In my attempt to explain to you all just how I feel now, I must echo the sentiment that I so ably did express as a four-year-old boy, sitting in silent meditation upon my family's front porch at Lanark Street. Now, forty-two years ago. My friends, I wish for you all the very best in life. I have nothing more to say.

FINAL DAY

At the end of the final day, all is swept forever away like the tiny grains of a sandcastle before the waves of the sea.

The author

While half of the world lies in peaceful slumber, a solitary writer writes on from the depths of his heart. While a full moon keeps watch over his silent, lonely vigil.

Yours forever, Timewalker forever