The Mist

Working nights for tooo long I feel like I had a drug problem that I have since forgotten! I can't remember much of the 90s (though some might not think that a loss).

I treasure each day with my love and my son.

I regret that the women on the other end of the phone on weekends and birthdays are no longer my little girls and I wish I could just fix the issues that they bring up now with a kiss or a hug.

But errant lovers, children playing hookey from school and bills don't follow the old rules and go away. I was told once that just my listening helps but ...

The mists swallow us all in time, swaddle us in confused half memories and bind us with promises and failures remembered by others.

An animal friends mailing list got to calling their pet's death crossing the rainbow bridge
:)
Bifrost must be happy to have a new role in the modern mythos perhaps Heimdahl too can find a new role or a new facet of himself in this new time. Guardian Poet and Warrior becomes tollbooth operator on a virtual highway?