The Point of Departure

From a point on the compass
To magnetic north
The point of the needle moving back and forth

From the point of entry
Until the candle is burned
The point of departure 
is not to return
Anything can happen...
-Rush

Okay, I've got my flight to Denver. I leave at the end of Sept. and I'll be back the first week of November. I am so excited. I also just shat myself.

Excitement. Fear. They've both been such a part of my life every half to full decade, I may not even know the difference.

I am Daniel in the lion's den. I am the Jews murdering themselves at Masada. I am Miley Cyrus at the Video Music Awards.

Yes. I'm that much of a puddle of goo. But I am a puddle of goo with a vision of what the future will bring.