Out of control free fall replaced with choreographed rhythmic steps.
I thought of my struggle that day, a day that rested randomly amid the years of the pain of departure and the hoped for yet not arrived contentment. Gazing out that ancient window where I 'oft lingered seeking solace when I could scarcely breathe for the intensity of emotion that engulfed and threatened my soul.
I'd found my storm-shore haven. My safety. Where I was meant to be...