Choices

Questions rolling around in my mind. Like a tumble weed in a bare desert, rolling across the hills not knowing its destination. Where it will land or how many hills it will roll over? Only picking up where the hot dry wind will take it. Choices in life our like hot dry desert. Sometimes they seem so easy and yet at times our choices flow like the wind. Sometimes the winds slaps our face a little hard at times. Our choies we make will affect us through time and will flow like the wind into the future...