You have reached the beginning.

The long winter that stretched from Canal Street days to now is over; there are green buds in the trees outside the window and plenty of food in the fridge. There is a knock at the door, perfume in the wind, worms in the dirt. Blood pounds through my veins, white light hiding inside my meat boils the liquid in my eyeballs trying to escape back to the source. This is a new beginning, full of hope and humility.