PANIC THROUGH THE PINES

Watching the fog rise off the lake simultaneously with steam rising from the coffee was my once beloved morning ritual. I look out onto the lake and ask myself a simple question What do I do next? It was a gradual transition, from being motivated to remain sociable and pleasant throughout the course of the days and weeks then the once joyous cheers by the nightly fire turned slowly into a new level of solitude and anger. James Marshall rides an exciting rollercoaster through life, and his journey comes with many a twist and turns and dark tunnels. The view of the mountains and tall pines nestled in the heart of the Adirondacks

Privind ceata ridicandu-se de pe lac simultan cu aburul care se ridica din cafea a fost ritualul meu iubit de dimineata. Privesc spre lac si imi pun o intrebare simpla Ce fac in continuare?