Migration

“From the north come cold winds as they fly south each year. Do not let their leaving sadden you as when the warm south winds will bring them back.”

A wise Indian Chef had told me that when I was younger, and I had no idea what he had meant at the time. But I now know what it means. I had come to this land to see another side of me. One that has been kept hidden. With time I had learned what was needed to be learned and can only move on if I step back.

I had flown north with the warm winds to avoid what I thought was the coldness. I now fly back south now knowing that all winds are warm no matter where I sore.

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