DESTINY

Our lives are shaped

by who we love...

(how it goes,

or doesn't)

if in the dark

no one's voice is near

because of this

and only:<

Sand, wind, time, waves.

Between the corridors of Los Angeles and Denver - the crush

of night, the stark of day - love and loss are as present as the

deserts, mountains, valleys, and canyons we veer through...

rivers or trails crossed...people and places missed or touched.

Deciding who to love, or even how - is not an option. Either one

does, or one doesn't. Even the best of choices can fail, the best

of plans can go awry. This is the story of our lives. To know the

difference between death and morning is the secret of life. There

is only the doing or the not doing. One must be led by the heart,

the mind, the spirit. And one's God. Without these, surely we will

break.