The Heart Of The Beast----Page 5

Journey down a rainy street. The windows
are covered with drops of water. The chilly breeze
howls through the alley and in between the
buildings. Pull the scarf tightly around your
neck and button your coat. You feel the chill
on your face and see your breath escape you.
Your pace hastens as you quickly make your
way down the street to your destination.
A tall dark building where you have been
staying with friends. You walk up the stairs
and push through the door that leads into
the main room. Everyone present seems
agitated. It seems that a letter and
package have arrived for you. From the looks
on everyone's faces you know what it is.
It all leads to another kind of journey,
doesn't it? Straight to the center of your
soul. A search for happiness that never ends.
For a moment, reverie. And then something
weightier, something darker embraces you.
There is a certain finality to the frost
on the street. It echoes the emptiness
inside your heart that you are trying
to fill. The depression is blotted out by
anxiety. You know you have a job to do.
The knowledge will not make it any
easier. You proceed with the habit that
passes the days. You steel yourself against
the world. A ray of light penetrates the
clouds. Opening the window the sky doesn't
seem as cloudy as clear. The breeze doesn't
seem as chilly as pure.