(soundtrack for this post... which I've listened to about 50 times in the past two days; hurray for Sufjan Stevens)

I'm about to get back out on the road, or in the air as the case may be. Westward ho. All thing go. Movement feels like home. Yeah... "I love you baby, but you gotta understand; when the Lord made me he made a ramblin' man."

It's an experimental summer ahead, stalking greatness in the hills of California. I'm leaving quite a lot behind here, and it saddens me, but it's got to be done. The rut was comfortable and kind, but ultimately confining. I need to pull down some clarity of vision for my future, some flags to plant off in the hinterland. Second star to the left and straight on 'till morning.

For now I'll chase the sun.