Today I awoke

the mirrow revealed a new face.

In time I fall back.

The wind pushes my mind,

last year...

young, naive, nervouse.

Like leaves that were once attached firmly to a limb,

strong, lively, calm.

Blown by a stormy wind,

falling into a place of uncertaintly.

A new place.

A new life.

Leaving home for the first time.

I go where the wind takes me.

Trying to stand strong through the storms.

Finding my way

with the gentle wind at my back.