The sun is rising as I speak I stare into the light and the warmth covers my body. All I have I did on my terms, but I have not done all that I have wanted. The terms change today. Minor keys, minor steps, minor attempts, they have all been minor until now. It is yet to be known if the beast has been killed. Removed. Annihilated. The pain lingers. Four weeks is not time at all. Four weeks is an eternity. If the beast is still about, I will call him my friend and find a new sword to cut him down. The time has come to release the baggage and move on. I close the door on yesterday. But my bloated belly still hurts.