Friday Ritual

Sticks and I try to hike Friday afternoons, an ideal transition to Saturday.  The weeks our schedule is  unable to accommodate, I miss it.  The hikes ground me, provide perspective on our development slate, and brings me back to the core; our friendship.  Where this venture leads is still unknown, and most days I feel like I'm free falling.  Not an entirely unpleasant experience, thankfully there's no grasping for rails, but I do often wonder when I'll land.  Will there be a  net or a hard concrete surface?  Will limbs get broken, or will I glide to safety?  The unanswered questions of 2013 will undoubtedly bleed into 2014.