Notes From the Tilt-A-Whirl

"And I move on, with the sun on my face. Clouds are growing in the west, glorious clouds piled up with rowdy care and sparked with electric life.

I fill my lungs with the world, with this life, with this gift beyond containing. There is only one thing I can say.

Thank you. And I must say it with my life. Through my life. To the end of my life. And after."

-Nate Wilson