Turning Point…

Sometime after arriving in the village, full of hope and plans, everything began to unravel.

Falling into a pit is so easy, and climbing out so difficult.

One night, unable to sleep, I walked down to the castle and sat on the rocks, watching the gentle swell of the sea.

The tide was high, and moonlight gave the swell a magical quality, as if it beckoned.

I thought to myself how all my troubles would be swallowed up if I just let the gentle waters embrace me.

Then, something struck me like a slap in the face.

Without its opposite, nothing has any real meaning.

That selfish action would incorporate two things I really, really dislike.

Getting cold.

Getting wet.