I wish this road was easier. It seems that every time I hit a stride I stumble over an obstacle. A different root emanating from the same tree. At feels only a matter of moments before I fall into my barrow and suffocate in the damp soil and decaying peat. It is now when I must tread lightly, examining my next step and evaluating the heartiness of the turf below each foot. As a climber tests each crag before the next small ascent and just trusts that their opposition to gravity will eventually bring them to the summit, I need to trust that taking the right steps will eventually quicken my pace and I will eventually be running sure of foot.