After days of strenuous training walking up mountains each day with boulders strapped to his back, he felt more than relieved when he finally found that his daily route actually turned to smooth, flat ground . Once he reached this point, what was once painfully strenuous became a mere stroll, and not only were things easier for him, he was able to enjoy the beautiful, towering pines that lined the pathway and the gentle, colourful little flowers that grew beneath the fresh spring grass. Yes, these things were new to him. He also saw many landmarks that he was already familiar with from him past years of hard training, however, those landmarks such as the rotting bridge over the creek seemed equally as beautiful as any flower or tree... and without the boulders upon his back, he was able to stand tall and gaze upward to the sky and notice the ever-changing colours and shifting shapes of the clouds, and he nearly lost himself there.


Okay, everyone, I admit, that was a little strange, but sometimes I journal like that. Sometimes I journal in lyrics or poems.... and such as this case; stories. The symbolism should be pretty apparent though, so I hope you enjoyed that little journey through my mind. I'm still doing well. I'm anxious to meet with Dr. Day this upcoming friday for then I shall know when I can safely sing once more. I confess, I've done a little, and I can also say that I'm not really pleased with what comes out. Meh, oh well, I suppose I just need to give it time. I'm not always that patient of a person however, especially not with myself. I promise if you hear me sing, you won't hear it until I'm pleased with it. :-) I love you all very much. Please have a beautiful day.