Chris-in-the-Morning solo once again, bidding a fond adieu to my good friend, Esau. Hope the next wayward soul who finds him learns as much as I did from my brief, intense apprenticeship.
It's funny, all the qualities that flow so naturally from Esau like water from a spring melt are qualities that are in me. And embracing them means embracing Esau's black and white world, turning my back on the rainbow, letting one piercing note drown out the orchestra or one persuasive voice silence a clambering chorus.
I don't know, Esau, maybe your straight-from-the-hip answers ring truer than my own fuzzy search for enlightenment. Sometimes we just need the uncertainty, and if I ever figure out exactly why, maybe then we'll have an act worth taking on the road.
Tags: Northern Exposure