2006-06-24
my bags are packed
I've got my wings and I'm ready to fly to the green mountain state...back where I belong...to watch fireworks from a boat on the lake, walk barefoot on the speckled rocks, ride horses and hike smuggler's notch...where the ski trails have carved permanent signatures into the cliffs.
I will sign my name in the sand.
f-i-n at 5:03 p.m.