How far I leap

It's cold. Between having a power cut and the wood being too damp to get the wood burner going I felt really chilled. There was a brief moment of sunshine when I nipped outside to have a wander in the garden - lots of bulbs pushing their way up through the soil and snowdrops galore - but mostly rain. I sat at the kitchen table again with books and papers spread around me trying to get organised, but my heart wasn't in it.

I feel as though I am standing right on the edge of something good, but am too frightened to jump. When I ask myself what I am frightened of, I can't articulate it. I just know I have to

jump

launch myself forwards

open my arms

soar

fly.