These are the nights that never die...

As you may imagine, I like the beginnings of things, of stories bursting from the anticipation of being once told. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings ... I liked endings too. The drama of the smashing voice, a dead turtle, the tearful goodbye, the last awful word which could never be unsaid or unremembered. I loved both of those extremes. It was the middles that gave me pause. This, what you have been reading for the last couple of months, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle, something not quite tangible.The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that. So now, as I finally prepare to embark towards new horizons, I take a deep breath, and one step forward - lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.