Waking Light

I did it. This morning. I made the investment. In me. Following instincts. Down to the letter. Followed by another letter.

A. M.

The two wound together at the bottom of the first page. Not requested. Voluntary. As though carved into the tree that was the first page in the agreement. I prefer the word pact. I signed a pact with myself today. And I signed a pact with her. With peace and grace and an intent to honor the space.

Altruism, from the inside out.

I considered not. As you do. Tried on quitting for size. Measured up a retreat. A reroute. A delaying. The very thought brought waves of unbearable nausea. The will, present. The way will appear. The moment, trusted.

A full scrolling signature defying gravity and the laws of penmanship. A font my own, in beta since high school. Influenced by whim, angle and architecture. A full stop met with a click of a pen cap. A smile and an ultra-fine tip closer to what I knew to be true. The indigo ink, permanent. The effect, same.