I arrive not knowing how it is that I'm here. Where did this begin? And what? And when?
I walk the same walk. I talk the same talk. I return...and repeat...and begin each and every day once and again.
Time passes. Days...weeks...months...now - almost an entire year. I can't remember when the last time it was that I felt the call of the early morning sun. I'd forgotten how beautiful and bright it is. I'd forgotten how it feels to be embraced by its light.
She - often - appears in my dreams. Far off and distant. A clear and hazy memory. A question without any answers.
A comfort. A joy. A mother. A friend.
Is it only my imagination? Or - is it real?
I think about how it is to find myself in the middle of nothing and nowhere.
And how it is to be in the middle of that same nothing and nowhere and be found.
The snow has all but disappeared. The water flows. The ground sits solid beneath me. All signs point to spring.
And I may not know how it is that I've arrived here...but I do know that here is where I am.