I am not a player anymore.
Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.
Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to get to the future, to whatever was coming next, to this moment.
When going back makes sense, you are going ahead.
I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.
