The storm has risen. The waves are high yet still I persist. The clouds are thick and the rain is hard. The cold wind rages against me. It is a difficult fight against the elements. It is not a hopeless one but one that will relent in due time.
I whisper in the wind, “wait for me”
for all is not lost and all will not be lost. It is only a matter of months before I return will full strength. Thank you for sticking with me through this time of quiet. Hopefully things will calm down and I will have time to post more.