The first tumble of the weed
Tyler sat in full lotus position, incense burning on a nearby table. His mind had wandered away from the discipline of his mediation, and instead he simply let his mind wander over the past few years’ events.

For the duration of his time in Vegas, there had been times when Ty felt as though he was being handed random shapes, and told that they were pieces to a puzzle. And how the hell you fit a triangle, a square, a circle, and a star shaped piece of life together to make anything of sense had been beyond him for some time now.

But looking at it today, he saw how everything worked together. The pieces did fit, they did make sense, and now that they were all together the outline was looking fairly decent. He didn’t have all the answers, not now, and probably never would. But what Tyler did have was a restored sense of purpose. And a restored sense of love.

He silent thoughts were interrupted, however, by loud music coming from the other room. The sound of Star cursing loudly over blasting ABBA tunes was more then enough to pique Ty’s interest. He stood to his feet, extinguished the incense, and meandered down the hallway to see what he crazy girlfriend was up to now.