"Hotel John Marshall"

So very simple of a thought. And yet. I am always humbled by it.

Last night, I was walking back to my car. Nine o'clock, or so. Richmond, Virginia. When suddenly, as if it were the moon itself, shone the iconic sign, Hotel John Marshall. In the midst of decades of changes, it continues to hold its place in the night sky. As always.

Some fifty years ago, or so, I was a part time events bartender at the John Marshall. My thoughts tumbled back to those days, and subsequently some which filled the space between then and this night.

Then, I hadn't an inkling that these many years later, I'd be where I was right now, staring up at this same landmark. A not so friendly reminder that no matter what I've thought my future holds for me, the honest truth is I have never known. And yet. I find myself still blindly forecasting my future. Even for tomorrow.

All I can promise myself is to attempt to stop my irrational behavior. Take a risk, trust. Oh sure, plan, but then put it down. Leave it be. Go where it takes me like the warmer wind which pushes winter out of its season.

I shall start tomorrow.