Standing here; still, unmoving, wondering. Is it that my faith is weak or is the fear of the unknown?
It is a not-so certain reality that I step out alone.
Perhaps it is my imagination …
But my memory is short of the times past that I’ve never been cast aside with nary a hand from divine intervention.
The air chills my lungs with each breath as I walk on … Knowing the answer.
Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature 