Coming over the horizon
But all knots are being tied and secured, that much is true. I will leave my current state of existence as healthy as it could have been.
Upon my return I will see if the years I spent crafting a tower of hope, the moments I spent realizing something unforeseen, and the sweat I spilled spreading a Dream resulted in something material, to grip and hold, and thus something to return to, or, if they merely inspired a flash of illumination, opening eyes to an instant of faith but engulfed a moment later by a passing cloud and perhaps forgotten with the blink of an eye.
We travel and adventure to bask in those illuminations for the glorious moments they are, but also to embolden our tracks, a foundation to look back on and later return to. Were it not for the moments, our present would be so bleak, and were it not for the tracks, we'd know no glory of times past. And both, both give us the gleam with which our eyes look to the future.
And so we go. I know not what the road ahead beholds, but I look down it and step forward, reborn and baptized in a moment of grace.