august 30, 2001
what has begun is a trip down a road i've never been down before, a pathway with scenery my eyes have yet to see. and there is so much to see, so much to hear and learn and take in. but your hands are always pushing me forward, never letting me stop for rest, and hardly allowing me to gather my thoughts before tossing new ones into my hands.
this is the whirlwind that will catapult me over the edge of all i have known.
a cyclone is swirling, forming underneath and behind me. each day it bears my feet up further from the soil, building a new road to walk down, the destination just behind the sun where my eyes fail to reach.