Sunday, the 18th day of September in the year 2005

I rented a car earlier. Really, it was to get to a meeting but, that time alone in the car with the amber sodium lights flashing over the car; it gave me the chance to think. I thought of the clouds that were forming. I thought of the long-night. I thought about how time is measured, in short spurts of lives - the beating of a heart.

I haven't missed it.

I have not had any misplaced desire to be saved from myself.

Things move along apace. The plan has become clear. Amounting to one word, 'Competence.'

And despite moving along apace, I saw my ghost again. The woman dressed in diaphanous shades of white. The woman with a dainty hand. Yet, I do not think she was just a ghost. While driving tonight, I remember a quiet night. A quiet night where there were children asleep - wee hours when most of the men without secrets were already in bed. I have secrets, secrets that have buried themselves so deeply within my soul that even I only dimly remember them.

But she sticks out in my memory like some golden splinter.