A cold day in December

The sun was a flashlight in a dusty sky

The trees bending and lending listening ears

I flipped through pages of a book I didn’t know the title of

Examining the pictures

And interpreting the truth

My mind begun to unravel the layers

My eyes opened and fixed themselves on what I had

And my mind ran with the December wind

Understanding the unlimited possibilities

I could hardly stand it

Life came to my soul and therefore to my eyes

My fingers tingled waiting and anticipating

Palpable reality and tangible excitement

This was my moment

A beginning

Of

Self-Discovery