Working at a motel has helped me to appreciate that we are all just travelers here. We come, we stay awhile, and we return from whence we came. Some come and find pleasure, others find only pain. Some come to find Love, others live and die with hearts of dust. Some come to bask in the light, others complain day and night, "It's too damn bright!" Some come and plan to be somewhere else but always stay here. Some would like to come, but they'll never make it, I fear. Some come for direction, but go disappointed because you can't get there from here. Some come beautiful but leave a mess. Some come and go, "Jesus Monica! What's that stain on your dress?" Some come from cradle to grave clean and clear. Others carry a briefcase that's a vanishing case of beer. Some stay so long you wish they'd commit suicide. Others come and go so fast they don't have time to say good-bye. Some come and ponder, "What's this traveling all about?" Others go hunting for white tailed deer and fishing for trout. As for me, I'm amazed at all the travelers, hikers, and passing company. Please, say good-bye and drop of the key before you leave.
