fifth

We're in Tibet. It's really

cold, colder than I have

ever experienced. Up here, right

now, it's different. The fact

that we're in a crappy

room in a small hotel

nestled between two hills, doesn't

matter. Like the establishment we're

staying at, I too am

wedged between two soaring hills.

Am I caught between the

past and the future? Perhaps
I am the present - catching

a glimpse of what is

to come, as I close

the door. This door is 

magical - it closes to hold

in the past, and also

opens to let the present

stop by to say hello.

One provides me with warmth;

the other looks to me

for comfort. I am caught

perfectly; at the right moment,

a crossroads in my life