Day bleeds to night & night traverses through stages. I hear the Whispers Still.

"Sometimes the presence consumes me in the rays of the morning sun, at times in the darkest night; like the gentle wind caressing my face, I can feel yet cannot touch, I can hear the 'Whispers Still'." I am excited about the prospects before me. However, that which lingers surrounds me & pulls me back as I feel the aura of that which is lost. The gains feel oh so bitter sweet. The life I have lived seems buried beneath the path I now follow. A toast to the days behind me, as I fill this glass with hope and faith. - THE GEMINI MIND (MARK ALLEN LANOUE) - https://www.markallenlanoue.com/marklanouegeminimindfyc