Winter

There has to be a winter for there to bring a spring. My fulfillment is in hibernation. It's unraveling. I can feel it. Answers are appearing slowly; small hints that show me that something bigger is at work. Clarity comes with patience. My bliss is just around the corner.

I came here from Calgary, hoping to find something more. I haven't quite found it. Then again, I've hardly been looking.

I'm in Toronto for God's sake. Canada's New York. The self proclaimed center of the universe.

Dear God, don't you dare tell me this was for nothing. Everything's for something. I'm coming on to something great. I can feel it in the air.

My soul is simmering, waiting for the tipping point; the inevitable re-heating that melts the ice away and reveals the hidden aspects of myself that I somehow can't see.