--There’s something about the smell of wood smoke on cold winter days that brings back memories. Some good, some bad, some happy and some sad.
--Like the pages of a book blowing in the wind they flutter in the minds eye all in the course of a few seconds with that first whiff of smoke.
--On days like that I enjoy the moment and then try to stay on track because as nice as it is sometimes you just can't go back.
--Going back for a visit from time to time is ok I guess, but like everything else shouldn't be done in excess.
--Most often you end up stuck and oh boy what a mess.
--There are so many things to focus on today. That being distracted for to long looking back at what was .Your libel to trip over what is, and end on your head instead of your feet….
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