I preferred to live the lightness of the moment. While I brought with me the harness of the past, my steps walked by painful roads. At times when the future blew in my mind delusions of tomorrow, my swing path shuddered of anxiety. I was torn between impossible days. I could never be whoule. Then I got here in the roots of now. Paradoxically I flew! These roots brought the wind and endless wings of time grew on me.