Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

the view from the levee


On the day of our anniversary, Dave and I wandered over to the levee and set our gazes upon the Mighty Mississippi.  Brown from the silt, she seemed the same yet so very different.

Of course our quiet revery was accompanied by some incredible horns, a horn from a man and a horn from a ship.

The name of the ship seemed like a prophecy and a fanciful dream.


  1. My mom & dad lived on the Mississippi in Memphis & it always seemed so different than our Mississippi up here.


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