In an awkward attempt to clear the air, I have not touched a drink 
with a deliciously bitter taste and a razors edge since last years 
most welcome end. Nor will I even add an extra drop of sweetness 
to my tea. Well perhaps a lovin’ spoonful of honey if I’m feeling
particularly adventurous. Yes that’s me, quite the wild card 
these days!

I have no delusions towards the impermanence of my new found 
sobriety though. I‘m well aware all it can take is one lonely night, 
the yearning for a means to escape, a rhythmic dance or a 
seductive glance.I’ll toss and turn inside my head, take a sip then 
cast my troubles out to sea. Pitch my cares to the wind. Watch them 
scatter and float away. Wave goodbye, take my deepest breath and
let them all go, let them take to the sky without me.

No…I’m not on any wagon, The softest  breeze could send me to a
bottles warm embrace. Merely dragging my wagon of inadequacies 
and personal grievances behind me at a snails pace. Still trying to 
lighten my load a little with each passing day but only adding more 
pieces of debris to my growing collection along the way…

lucas