I imagine myself standing on a road. On both sides I see big beautiful fields with grass and sunflowers, the sun feels hot on my neck and shoulders. I try to figure out if I should really do this? Should I really begin my journey towards the world on this day... this day of grief. And that's when I realise that I will never be able to come back home if I don't begin this journey now. This is my quest and I have to go now so I won't get stuck in this place where nothing happens.
That's when I take the first step on this endless road. Or at least that's what it seems to be. Endless, but the smell of the hot asphalt gives me the courage to wander on into what feels like eternity.