circles, returning to starting points, sources of the diamond age, origins, where all things come from, and to which, some believe, they will return, and so it does, and it belongs, and easily, and so with one circle closed, a new circle can be begun, an arc, a path movie forward, away, from where i was, to where i will be, to where i shall return, but now, the anger, the bitterness, the darkness flows off, sloughs off, and with less weight on my shoulders, i turn and look at the sun, cringing slightly from an ache in my back, hmmm, wonder what that could be, should be, and how might i shrugged that off as well, but that bridge will be crossed when it's crossed. and i have a future ahead of me.