A mountainous pass

And it came to pass that Darren entered the second month of the year two thousand and seven. He sat back and surveyed the vista before him, and sighed. He had come along way but the journey was not over yet. He had been climbing the mountain, on which he now found himself at the plateau before decent, for what seemed forever. His mind and bones were weary. The journey from now on would be downward and hopefully less physically demanding, but he wasn't convinced.

What stretched before him were opportunities; events he could only wonder at. But first he would rest, recover some of the lost energy used in the accent. He sat down, crossed his legs and closed his eyes. The lids were heavy and within a few moments his breathing was too.

As unconsciousness approached the thoughts and concerns of the journey crept into his mind. His dreaming would be fretful, there were many issues that needed to be resolved. But there were many hopeful signs and the future journey, although unknown, wasn't to be feared. By the time sleep was over, his body and mind would be renewed and ready to face the months ahead.