Sara

 Wait a minute baby

Stay with me awhile
Said you'd give me light
But you never told me about the fire

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it's gone
It doesn't matter what for
When you build your house
Then call me home

I only listen to Stevie Nicks or Lindsey Buckingham lead songs by Fleetwood Mac.  I think Christen McVie is overrated.

Today Firefly and I went up to Armada and road our bikes on the Orchard Trail.  It was an unseasonably warm day.  The trees lost all their color and dried leaves covered much of the trail.  I have avoided the Orchard Trail.  I have not ridden it since Billie left.  It still stirs up old memories of how things used to be.  

Riding is hard for Firefly.  Her hips are damaged from dancing and gymnastics.  She will probably need surgery when she is older.  I think she suggested it to please me.  Sometimes I think she tries to fill Billie's vacant shoes.  I don't want that.  I want to do different things.  Like this upcoming vacation.

Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
I'd stay home at night, all the time
I'd go anywhere, anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I'm there, yeah
Ask me and I'm there, I care

Billie is on my mind.  I look at the progress Firefly is making and I wonder why Billie never made it this far.  Firefly has a long way to go but she is trying and she is making progress.  I wonder if Billie has?  Did she find a reason?  Something her old life did not supply? 

After a short ride on the trail we stopped at an apple orchard and purchased some cider and donuts.  It is past apple picking season.  There were no lines.  Firefly should be going to apple orchards with a boy her own age.  In a year or so she will.  That is why I say our road trip is a once in a lifetime experience.  I am getting too old and set in my ways to chase women.

I enjoy the new experiences.  I want to try new things but my heart still resides in the past..it always will.

Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, and don't you ever stop
Now it's gone
No it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
I'll come by...Sara, Fleetwood Mac