It’s the start of something new. Everyday I suppose. Life will never cease to move, and I’m becoming more at ease with the ride. Today I feel like I’m a closet. Closed and concealed in the dark, waiting for time, for purpose, for usefulness. A clutter of old things I’ll never use or wear. Piles of knick-knacks, old boxes and wrapping paper. Things lost that need to be found.