midnight on a winding road

Here I am again. Just returned from a week... well two weeks I guess of camp life. The valley is very much a part of who I am, going there is like going home. There is a cool atmosphere that exists in no other place that I have found. I love that place, it is fun to be there. A goal I had going in was to gain 'perspective' I'm not sure that I have, another goal was to leave fuller than I came (fuller not food wise but fuller as a person... it's a long story) and that I think has happened at least to some degree. There was no amazing moment, or incredible revelation about who I am and where I am going, but baby steps. I still find myself lost in this transition time, lost in knowing what it is that I want, what it is that I believe, how it is that I want to live. In that way I'd say that my life right now seems like it has been midnight on a winding road... not knowing where I am or where to go (not my words... but I like em anyways). I'm ready for the sun to rise to light my path, or for the road to straighten in order to get to wherever it is that I may be going. For the moment I remain on this winding path, and yet I trust, one day, it will all become clear. I will contemplate. I will try to figure it out. And I will wait.