The sun glistens off of my head like a halo though I am not feeling very angelic.

My face still lies in shadow as do my thoughts illumined only by lethargy.

When one does not know what to expect, existence can quickly succumb to a kind of fearful waiting.

Life is not what I make of it. Rather it is remaining faithful to the little I know in the midst of the unknown.

I shake off the halo, turn my face to the sun, and believe.


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