Walker,
Each year brings with it new things for us all.
New places to explore.
New places to live and work. Albeit temporarily.
New to visit camp.
Not as a worker, nor camper.
I wonder what next year will bring?
I love you and the things you love.
Love of travel.
Love of friends.
Love of travel with friends.
Love of Jet Lag.
Love of travel to see where Jet Lag went.
Love of making Jet Lag the game San Francisco.
This blog has to evolve.
Less pictures. More prose.
Why?
Reasons I propose.
You are an adult. On your own and alas I have just a
picture here and there to give me a view into you.
I suppose you can say.
Just a snapshot. Here and there along the way.
I love you so.
I love hearing from you by text, zoom, and more recently
meeting you in another city.
I hope that becomes something familiar,
Something regular and not new.
Should I take the time?
To make it rhyme?
Is it not the same.
When I just proclaim.
Do I need to create a pentameter?
Or just write around the perimeter.
I hope that this note finds you happy and well.
If it makes you smile.
That would be swell.
I love you.
-Dad-
