With realistic goals and the possible realization of hopes that I would scarcely allow myself to have
I reached out with tentative hands
You were there. Your arms were open.
Seen through the window, the immediate certainty nearly stops my heart. An undeniable force siphons the breath from my lungs, its effect so great I avert my eyes in a prepotent reaction to seek shelter for proper processing. The flash of glassed connection was enough to answer all questions…
As soon as the clock renewed its gait, I resumed my breath, collected my stomach and heart from the floor, straightened my shoulders and my shirt, and ran into the arms of the future that awaited me.