So good to be here

I draw my breath and still have my faculties.  Living in hopes of miracles has a tenacity in my soul.  I am amazed sometimes at what I often take for granted.  Dali's "The Pesristence of Memory," actually the title, haunts my waking moments.  Better not to visit the susage factories.  Better to sit on the top of a windy hill on the dirt and wait for it.  There is time to dance yet and no reason not to.