Death smiled at me and I opened my arms and walked forward to embrace him. I was prepared to feel bony arms encircle me and waiting to feel the cold I was certain radiated from him.
I stared at eyeless sockets and moved forward, uncertain about what would happen or what I would do.
The screams of loved ones echoed in my ears but I ignored their pleas to wait because I was done waiting.
My inner clock had stopped ticking and the incessant buzzing of the alarm pushed me to keep going forward.
I was ready to pay the price for the knowledge I sought and if necessary willing to fight for it.
Across the field I marched watching and waiting to see if his expression or demeanor would change. Don’t know what I expected from an old bag of bones but nothing happened.
Midway through the march my legs grew heavy and it felt like I was walking through waist deep mud.
A flash of light flew through the sky followed by a tremendous boom and I was knocked off of my feet.
It took a moment to clear my head and realize I was lying on back but I didn’t open my eyes.
Instead I saw through my ears and hands. It wasn’t because my eyes wouldn’t open or didn’t work but because I knew that if I really wanted to know things I needed to rely upon more than just what my eyes were sharing with me.
It was time to rely upon my gut and intuition. Time to find tune out the noise and focus.