Onward we go.

waddling forward,
webbed feet.
one clumsy foot at a time,
belly in the way,
floppy wings swinging.
need i say i feel like a penguin?

Do I miss SA?
Doth the sun shine?
Who likes waddling?
Slipping, sliding and fighting to stay upright.

But this is life.
Life that is not comfortably numb, life that wears you down and builds you up.

so yes, I miss my friends in SA. I miss the place and the comfort and the fun. But I want this more. I want to live, to wrestle against gravity, to walk into the wind, and to one day, stand proudly to hear the words, "well done, good and faithful servant."