White wine and a meditation, quiet, enjoying the sound of wind gusts outside gentle in their waltz with trees.

Nothing can be controlled, but my reaction. And, as it happens, I am not reacting. I’m home.

I’m at PEACE, with my bride-to-be.

I’m a fighter, though. A new one.

Newly empowered and declared and written.

New visions, multiple layers in my hue, true prism.

I could worry, feel nerves… or, just not respond, not react. Think I’ve actually EARNED that.

Format my frame, passion on top of logic, nothing inane.

Only resolve, more as I evolve. I’m too trenchant to fall.