It was a winding path today, a path from confusion to light, and back again. Memorial Day Weekend begins. Only a few also realize it is Pentecost weekend. The church was born tomorrow.

There is no fog tonight, the stars are bright and clear, little breeze can be felt.

I spent an hour playing saxophone in the light of the half moon. It was very good for my soul.

Within the darkness there is no light, but that does not mean light isn’t coming. Through the darkness I found a bit of new inspiration, even as I stumbled through the day, rising and falling, I pressed forward.

Only time and God can tell if I am on the right path.

Now, I go to sleep, but not before enjoying a very late dinner.