the winds of change and chance are once again upon me.
i raised my sails only to catch the strong and immediate current.
now, hundreds of miles from where i set off,
i am humbly approaching unfamiliar territory.
with great caution and angst i draw near to new ground.
though i fear no evil, as i have felt its bashing curse before.
as the tide rises, so does the anxiety within, expectedly.
but the anchor to my soul holds fast, though some will not see it.