Thank you DDF

Thank you DDF for pointing me down the path of another recently de-fathered, un-brothered bearer of books and pens, shame-faced mother-lover, wonderer and wanderer of shiny asphalt nights.

Thank you for the voices in my head and the lust for horizons, dawns and sunsets that end in open water questions.

Thank you for the pages that endlessly and serially fill the sleepless nights and rooms that feel right wherever I encounter them.

Thank you for the sense that alive or dead I’m never going to be on my own.

Thank you for every soft-voiced dreamy-eyed soul along the way.

Thank you dear friend.