The owl has moved to the tree outside my door again. i listen as he softly sings in the dark.

Candle light flickers on this fall morning, caressing the windows and walls without pause.

I look at my feet and think of all the places  near and far I have stepped.

My feet are not tired.

This longing to move, run, climb,

And dance never ending.

I feel the electricity move through my body as my feet feel the earth,

Filling my mind with wonder and my heart with anticipation.

I am on my way,

On my way.