The Golden Ticket

They say that when a door closes, a window opens. I stood so long at the closing door, pushing, shoving, finally hearing it latch, and lamenting my plight, I forgot to look for a window.

Above my head just out of reach was my escape. It wasn't until the darkness was complete did I notice the light. From the realization of my own shadow did my awakening come. Leaping to my feet, I squinted into the increasing brightness.

The lock snicked open. The pane slid up a fraction. A refreshing breeze toyed with my hair. I sucked in cool lungfuls of air. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the light and allowed a calm to center me. The other side was full of promise.

Reaching out I felt the sill, then shoved the pane all the way open. Getting a leg up will be difficult, but there is nothing left for me on this side.

It's time for change. There was a pot of gold with my name on it at the end of a rainbow somewhere in the next adventure. I have to find it and take it.