As the morning sun crackled slowly up and over the mist and hills rolling before me I stopped. Looking behind I see the path so once clearly marked now shrouded in blooming hedgerows and waking trees. 

Ahead of me the road obscured by the fuzz of morning dew spitting up a cloud I cannot see beyond.

Down at my feet… two muddy boots with their fair share of scrapes and scuffs. The quickening warmth of the day tingling across my cheeks. Birds chirping and their morning melodies dancing across my ears. A faint wind gently brushes across my brow as the day decides it is time to begin. 
 
For all the memories written to history… but all the chapters still left to read. 

For all the chances left untaken… but all those yet still to seize.

And as the morning sun left the trees and raced toward the sky I took a deep breath and put one muddy boot forward… and then the other.