I feel solemn.
I think.
To be extremely honest I’m not entirely sure what I feel.
It’s an interesting concept, that of emotions. So wild and mysterious. It’s a wonder we fragile human beings can even harbour such instability.
The point is, there’s something that I feel that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s that feeling you get before you travel, the weird anticipation of that moment, palpable and tangible in the air.
But it’s also the feeling when things are about to change. Irrespective of if you’re prepared or not.
On top of those things, it’s a feeling of deep, inner sadness for things lost. Where once a memory was a bright star, it is now revealed to be what it truly is; a lump of molten dust and rock, catapulting from the night sky.
However, I feel as if I myself am changing. I feel the obvious signs of a new me springing forth, like a new river diverging from the old.
It’s new territory, unfamiliar and untamed. I long for the comfortable paths I knew before, but I know they have become overgrown and are no longer hospitable.
There’s something about the air and the trees and the sounds around me that encourage me to believe in what is coming. That underlying sense of Hope that things are going to be okay. I’ll find my feet again. And I’ll discover something I never knew about myself;
“I am brave”
And as my fingers brush the gentle waves of time, I close my eyes and wait.
Alice