Cigar Smoke and Yesteryear

Columbian cigar firmly tucked within my teeth, I look out upon the hills and valleys of this little spot in life. My “wine” holds pride of place within my grip and each sip brings a twinkle to my eye slightly brighter than the last. With each twinkle, my vision expands and soon I am soaring through my mind.

The smoke makes coat tails about my head, it chases away the mosquitoes and the useless images of yesteryear. The sights and scents of my little slice of heaven permeate my senses to the nth degree. The sun slowly disappears behind a bank of reds and pinks. The clouds, barely able to reach my height, skim across the treetops, appearing to be caught by the up reaching green fingers of each mighty elm and palm.

I dwell on my present and I dwell on the now. I think on the future and where I shall be. The packing rituals have begun, the ticket has been purchased and soon gravity shall have no claim over me.

Perfect moments, such as this and such as the night I spent before, have come fast and furious in this time of mine. Moments on leaf strewn pathways, surrounded by the fiery rainbows of Fall. Moments that have seen me in the midst of a Great Lake, surrounded by water and watercraft. Perfection has been found on sandy beaches, in towers of man made brilliance reaching to the sky, on mountain tops, in hole-in-the-wall bars and all manner of other locale.

This perfect moment, as with most others, catches me unaware. I have wrestled with decisions, but have always refused to deny their consequences. The consequence of my most recent life altering go at existence is perfection. What will be the consequence of leaving that decision behind? Abandoning it for yet another attempt at renewal? At rebirth? Upheaval? Only time will tell. Only time knows what I will bring down upon my head with this ticket that has been purchased and the flight from my norm that it, again, guarantees.

Belief is a state of mind that refuses to be put down. No matter the circumstance, no matter the surrounding evidence, belief brings with it an inherent ability to see that silver lining and turn it to gold. And so, my cigar long finished, my wine, long drained, I set forth yet again on a journey into the unknown. Less than a month and I shall fly. This glass that is my life is full and shall soon be full to overflowing.