Trysts, Tumult and Ten Days in a Foreign Land

Two years of indiscretion and emotional turmoil as the lover from the shadows had ended over a year ago. The feelings I had thought were long dead. Today everything came flooding back and I try my best to stay afloat while the swirling vortex of my heart pulls me down. The helicopter is overhead and has lowered a rope; I hang on but am held down by an anchor. My only rescue comes in the form of a plane set to depart at six thirty in the morning for the Arctic Circle. Ten days of introspection and hopefully I will come out clean.

I just looked in the mirror and noticed that I have laugh lines. I'm happy.