Well

From out of the shadows I find myself drawn.

In a metaphorical sense I have finally left my chrysalis.

Long ago (read my other blog for more details or just ask) I was given wings, I shunned the gift, abandoned heaven, for a course of selflessness.

I follow this path voluntarily. Someday my physical body will reflect the scars of that terrible day when I cut off my own wings, sacrificing temptation.

Now I find that I have outgrown my cocoon, and must again take to the sky.

However this time I do not fly of my own accord, I am astride a beautiful amber mount. Her name, November.

She is gorgeous beyond all reckoning. I will not even attempt to describe her, for I know I will fail miserably.

It is upon her broad back do I fly away with all who dare to follow.

Please, come with me and experience the beauty of life. Forget the past, learn and move on. I don't care where you've been, but where we could go.

Now I must return to the shadows, but my hand will always be revealed by the light, offered to any who wish to grasp it.

pce...
~ET