Another go 'round

Back upon the road, where my feet are walking tall. Black rubber on perfect and freshly painted asphalt. Grass growing. Reset. Do over. I am clean and clear. I am starting. The first steps already taken, the direction indicated, life. The last of the snow recedes, the last of the sickness is departed. The trouble understood and forgotten. The ties loosed and given flight. I only expect to keep learning. Love is number one and I stand beside it. 11.