The endless depth of the sea opens up directly in front of me. As the snow creaks, and crunches, and packs itself between the souls of my shoes, I begin to slip and slide down the icy patch of wood and railing beneath me. I begin to slip, and wonder, what would happen if I fell, right now. Would I hit my head and never remember what I went through. On one hand that might be nice. Would I fall into the icy water, to have my body frozen tightly together, becoming stuck in the moment quite literally. Well anyway, whatever way, there is no good ending. So I run. I run as fast as fire forming at the bottom of my feet, melting the ice and cold and bitterness. I run, creating flames within my burning heart. And something starts to change. I begin to feel again. I begin to feel the warmth of change. Warmth of anger? No, not quite. The warmth of confidence in myself. Knowing that I will be okay. I will press on. I will be just fine.