The road straight ahead of me appears to be the safest, and it is familiar so why not just go with the flow? After all I am not alone, this seems to be the road most travelled. There are just too many unknowns waiting at every exit and I’m fearful of getting lost or at least sidetracked.

When you climb above the clouds that normally block out the full view of the heavens, a whole new reality is revealed; a complex beauty of cloud formations that appear like a cotton blanket that has yet to be pulled taut over a recently slept-in bed; an amazing display of pale blue, seamlessly fading into a sea of white.