It is hard to write. It has been a hard week. I tried to write and find the words of inspiration, but they did not come. I felt and saw beauty with sadness, it dangled from the trees, sang through the morning symphony of song birds, danced perfectly with the rising sun, gracefully floated on the autumn blazed leaf. How I wish I could make my journey with the same ease of the seasons. I turn from the glare of good-bye, the haze heavy in my heart. The jets are rumbling ready to escort me away from my home-far from my land. I am grappling for courage to face another year away. As the fragrance drenched petals fade away so I slip from the world I call home. Praying I will find beauty, peace and joy on soil of a foreign world.