WynnWorlds

This is the ninth time I’ve sat down and taken a look back at the year I’ve had as a vagabond. It’s a bittersweet report, this one, as it’s the last one I’m doing as an Alto owner. Still, tradition must be observed, so here goes…

I’m watching the sun slowly come up over the far horizon, way off to the east, the ocean between it and me turning lighter shades of blue as the sky changes from orange to yellow to almost white. There’s that one point in the whole line of horizon where the sun will appear, casting its fierce light to mark the start of another day.