The autumn wind met me as I crested the hill. The long brown grasses swayed beneath azure skies. I squinted in the bright sunlight until all that remained was gold. My heart slowed, and my thoughts drifted away on the wind. Is this what it feels like to be reborn; Cold air on your face, a bright light, and slowly fading memories of the life that came before?
To stand on the brink of a new beginning, unsure of what comes next but ready to put the past behind me. Blinking open my eyes, I take a deep breath, and take that first step.