In another time zone the sunlight lingers just above the horizon as we begin our decent from thirty thousand feet. The landing gear lowers with a thud and the screeching breaks slightly lunging me forward and with a couple light bounces onto the tarmac, break break break we taxi into amber hued twinkles over the runway up to the terminal.
From my window seat a deepening blue-gray evening rises over pinkish-violet and a thin layer of gold over the mountain-less, flat sandy terrain, revealing my abrupt entrance into a sultryArabian night. In the dream-like atmosphere between sunlight and starlight I disembark making my way through the terminal to Arrivals carrying the only belongings I now own inside my grey carry-on and push through the revolving airport doors into a blast of dry heat.
I feel a sense of wonder, excitement and ambivalence and remind myself fear is not real. I'm courageous, brave, tenacious. I can start over anywhere. Risk reveals and opens doors, but taking the first step is that I am here now, in the moment. I'm not turning back.