Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C. You can find stories about my travels, stories from my decades on earth, and thoughts about why the world turns in our vast universe.
With spirits in my veins, and a belly full of lobster, I sit in the glow of a fire on the Eve of Christmas. Family and friends among me, content as little ones beg to open a gift or two before the big day.
I smile as their excitement grows. Thankful for what I have, hopeful for the future.