Wonder which direction?

Questions of unknown proportion sail through. We wonder. How much more must one go through to find a passage into open space? Hoping to weave and dodge less all the time. Allowing the branches to slap back and score oneself is not always preferable.

Hope of the future moves us and nudges to continue. The unknown of where we are heading is both exciting and a deterrent. Choices will be made. One can only hope they are the right ones.

Watching the morning fog roll down the street one realizes the day is to begin.

Peace for all those that choose.