I stood at the edge of the woods, and paused for several moments. My body felt tired, and weak. But hopeful, now that I was standing here. I did not turn back to look at the woods, from where I had come – from where I was coming. I did not want to reflect. I did not want to look back anymore. I was done there. Finished in that space. I only wanted to look forward. Out. I had done it. What I was not certain I was able to do. And it was over now. I was through it. The woods were in my past, as I stood motionless at the edge of the clearing. I only had to step into it. As my entire being came to realize this at once, a long, slow sigh was released—a unified recognition of this transition, and I stepped forward. There. I am done with that now. Release. Let go. Onward, to another wood. To embrace again.