Prelude to A Dream

Desert Sun.

  It is as simple as being connected by blood lines and grand ties. Even a short absence away from the gold coast can teach a man a few things. Just as are simple motives capable of producing the most relaxing times. Accompany that with the warmth of what was truly an orange sunset. A moment too nice. A surprise it was as I came to realize that I had felt its warmest moment at night. That night alone yielded two of them. A sense of it that will take a bit to forget about. As my time on that dry patch of land came to a close. I had felt that same sun in another pair of moments. This time though I had felt its burn. Following that up with with a bit of high hopes and it turn it produced one of the simplest of endings; blood lines.

In the black.

  Stepping back and taking the time to learn from what he once had is making this go around much easier for our entertainer. Never does it seem like the past is on his mind. Always admiring his current situation. He longs for the possibility that comes with this fall. Knowing that every set back along the way will make eventually makes it way of into the black. Stellar vibes and good times come attached to these risks. For that, our entertainer has begun weaving his way into the depths of the dynamic bonds around him. Strengthening and conditioning them before he makes his unprecedented move. These ties will show their worth in a matter of months. May they make it through the probable struggle and carry on until he returns home.

The Blue City is back.