I'm in the land of the rain and wind, where trees dance and pools of rain reflect the dark skies.  I've returned to what was once home.  Now, however, I'm homeless.  Although I am covered by a roof and I sleep in warmth, my soul yearns for somewhere else. 

Now is the time of waiting.  A period of limbo where tears flow and smiles cease.  The heart longs for what it can't have and the mind wanders amongst memories that loom overhead.  The future is beckoning but the past is striking.  Shadows play upon the heart and fear covers the eyes.  The hope for light and new horizons pry at the beginning of each day.