The moon lay low in a sky not yet dark. I crested a small hill, barely able to remember the drive. I blinked in momentary understanding. My destination had been laid out for years. I had to want to go on the journey. My healing was to be found somewhere on these roads. Among friends I’d not yet met….In words I hadn’t yet shared…..In tears I’d be reluctant to shed….Here I would need to lose myself as I’d always been….Here I would find myself as I was meant to be.