"The first step is always the hardest." I've recited this over and over in my consciousness. "Grip the rail, tight. " Pursed with dried paint to smooth over the lumps of people gone before you. " You're never the first one to go. " Eyes forward and chin up I gather myself. " It's only stairs, " I say over and over. " It's only stairs," they say. Now, faced with only upward motion. Now, faced with only moving forward. I look out the window to see the moon waning, waxing strong with my ascent. 4x32 are tiles on the floor. 6x15x18 is the case. Hold my hand. Guide me. Guard me through this night. By morning I will have reach this light. "It's only stairs." We say.
Just walking up some stairs, figured I'd try something new. :)