Waiting

The further away i get from the darkness, the less detail i can see within it. The lighter i feel today the more yesterday seems like a very heavy dream. Its snowing outside my window, and i can hear the wind screaming. she wails out in impatience, yelling through the trees. Thousands of flakes fall from the sky in the blackness of night. They have yet to settle down somewhere to slumber, the wind keeps them awake. Now that the fog has cleared, now that i feel the sun, the steps i have taken to escape the abyss, the actions to no longer be alone, have left me with plans for greatness and all the doubt in the world. Here i am, back at home base, waiting for the starting gun. Here i am, watching it snow, watching the wind howl like a woman scorned. Waiting for the ground to freeze over so i can step onto the slippery surface and do my very best not to fall over. Here i am, praying i followed the right path, hoping my choice was the right one. Just waiting.