being sober is a new land. lots of unmapped empty space ahead. here be dragons. yes, but.
here be waterfalls, dappled sunlight, jewel-like butterflies. tropical birds, marvellous mythical creatures. afternoon tea with a unicorn, anyone?
at the end of forest paths I see a shy creature slinking quietly ahead. could this be the me I can be without wine? I follow tentatively, not wishing to alarm her. she is fresh and new. easily startled. I will be gentle and kind and perhaps, if I sit patiently, she will come and sit next to me. and we can talk. get to know each other at last.