- a soon coming end to the winter of wonderland, for in more ways than one has Narnia been my abode.

- a haze at first, I now see that with time the colors of the sky are once again bleeding into each other - somewhere in the stillness I sense the inaudible voice of light whisper:

- yet a little while -

no longer broken, for the fragments that once were have been smashed to smithereens - no longer splinters of the frame that held my illusions, for they too have risen in flames - the fire of acceptance.

- and all these which I feared to be remnants and shadows forever to haunt have instead returned from whence they came and do now exist as invisible entities whose pulsating presence breathe life to this ever changing heart.

- though once I waited, there is no longer reason to prolong or delay, for all this is indeed nothing more than the beginning of that which is to be.

- that which is now, that which has been, and that which I will choose.

- Can love and time coexist or are they destined to be forever at odds?

- Is love not subject to time or is time which is indifferent to love?

- no matter -

- I say one cannot have one without the other, more so, that the acceptance of the limitations which time does represent in this mortal realm and the realization that these be but for a season, is once again nothing more than the first step to beginning a journey of discovery.

- love in this life.

- to seek out or let myself be found by that which is destined to live on forever, is a journey I intend not to miss.

- elude? what for? -

- I shall enjoy every step of the way.