I don't plan to return. I have a lot of unresolved things to do.
How many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow?
There are always loose ends in real life.
Life's not perfect. Some loose ends may never get trimmed up and tidied.
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
Not all the vital questions have been settled.
There are problems that just end up being really hard and by definition the only problems that come to my desk are the ones that nobody else can solve.
There are things that have gone on in thr USA for years and years and have never been addressed, and they need to be.
