Lost

A lady was lost
And asked me for directions.
I should have told her I was lost
And had no direction, but I didn't
A lady is lost but with new directions.

Leonard's Mountain

         
             I spend a lot of time indoors. I'm either working on the re-write to my book, or writing and recording songs. If I'm not doing that I'm learning songs to play around the campfire. All of it takes time and it doesn't help that I have attention deficit disorder. I hesitate to call it a disorder. It's more like a condition that allows me to focus on six things at a time for a few minutes.
             At day's end I'll look out the window and see the sun setting. That's my cue to get up and walk. I like to walk on trail that is on a steep hillside. When I get to the top of the hill there's a three-hundred and sixty degree view of the city. I can see downtown and the skyscrapers, Los Feliz and the observatory, and if I turn around there's a great view of the mountains. My eyes stop when they get to Mt. Baldy. That's Leonard's mountain I'll say to myself. Leonard's mountain is covered in snow right now and it looks mysterious and wise.
            When I see Leonard's mountain I'm reminded of what it means to be a great artist. Leonard did the work. He spent the time alone. He was constantly searching, seeking, wondering, and learning. I admire Leonard for that, but most of all I admire him for his humility. He seemed like a good person. 
             When I was a kid I'd look to Mt. Baldy after a storm to see if it had any snow on it, now I look to Mt. Baldy and say hello to Leonard.