It’s a cold morning and you are on the beach. The icy winds hit the deck all ’round the clock. You walk, footprints on the sand. You wish to leave everything behind, get out of your shoes and unfitting trousers, to run into the water. But you are a bit afraid. You are not ready to change yet. You won’t go in, you just trudge along the shore. You like the solitude on the beach, but somewhere you just wish to dash in and hug the waves. So what’s stopping you? Is it the wind chill? Or hope that you would have a place to go after this? You don’t know and you don’t realize that the moment is now. You shall understand some time.