the winds of change...

...are blowing gently but consistently...change after change.... the next rests upon a decision... my greatest mistake or greatest escape? I am unsure.. for once... I do not know the next step... but its a necessary step in view of recent developments... I will have to do something and soon.. but I'm afraid of the probability the step which needs be taken be the one I loathe most... nevertheless, any which way the wind may choose to blow, my camp is fortified against the storm... I only hope my hand is not forced to do which I hate most...

blessed be; so let it be.. in this or the next... in morning or night