In searching for answers, I find more questions. In searching for love, I find heartache. In trying to live my dreams, I suffer and die in my nightmares. But in my Dear Friend, I find all peace and answers laid before me if I will wait. And so as the Raven sits on the branch waiting for wayward wind to pull home, or the Dreamcatcher hangs waiting for morning rays to be wiped clean, I wait for that which is the future. Waiting and hoping to hear and feel the wind.