The sun rose like a golden god over the horizon. Yellow rays of gold like fine chains on a woman's necklace shot through the pines. Computer and pancakes. Coffee and sliced pears. Breakfast by the living room window while typing on my PC was supposed to inspire me for the day, yet I still felt this dull ache in the back of my throat, like something was slowly squeezing it, not to kill, but to slowly suffocate. The tension had been there for 10 days now. Was it going to end? When? How long could I survive with this feeling of stifled life in me?
Then the promise came. "I will do a new thing. Now it shall spring forth. Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert." The feeling was still there, but the promise had come.
