Introduction

For a while now, I've been thinking of writing. Writing about the sunrise, water, the music in my head and heart, the joys and the sadness of a man in late middle age.

I considered yet another autobiography or memoir, and decided that the world already has too many. Besides, I'm not sure I have the discipline to write a book; but who knows, perhaps this will become one in time.

It is my intention to share this with my family and friends, but I suppose others will find it. Perhaps a few will find it interesting, but I do not write for others, I write for myself.

As I understand it, blogs are interactive to a degree, and I welcome comments and questions, though I may not respond to them all. I've learned that while the Internet is a wonderful way to make friends, it can be distracting in the extreme.

So in the days to come I will try to write an hour a day, at least when I can. Initially, there will be some order, but I suspect that will not last long, and readers will have to endure flights of ideas and recollections, provoked by the obvious and the unconscious.

So, welcome to my Midwestern life.