I'm beginning to recognise a pattern of sorts. The subtle inception, the progression thereof... Although the surrounding foliage has matured somewhat and it has been nearly 4 years, it's still pretty much the same path. And I fear that I'm treading down it once again, this time faster still.

I don't know whether to shriek and flee in the opposite direction, or stand stock still at where I am, or to proceed with caution.

Still... it has been a while. And who knows what the winds of change may blow upon that road.

But I forget yet again - it's not about me. It's about You.