It was another one of those days, the sun was procastinating, not wanting to come up yet. I sat waiting, knowing that with the new day came the start of a new journey. My old friend Bill was coming in on the noon flight from Heathrow; I knew that what happened between us today would signal the beginning of something new for me.

I could finally leave my past behind me.

How do you break to a man that everything he stands for is now the bane of your existance? I don't know if he watches the WWA, I assume not; he made it big in dark circles seemingly as I left.

Surely he has other things to do with his time?

Slowly the sun crept up, stalling just above the horizon; I had learnt a month or two ago that if you ever get a chance to see the sunrise then it isn't to be missed. Its like a sunset but not just the reverse but also more beautiful, what it stands for.

The sunset to me means the end of the day; the end of life.

Death

A sunrise though means the start, the beginning of life.

Birth

Sitting, waiting, dreaming. At times I felt as though nothing could go wrong, at times I felt as though by sitting here I had been blessed. The longer I sat, the more it set in that I am blessed; the doctors wrote my off after that fall but look at me now.

Love, health, friends. The three most important things in life and I had finally achieved them; everything from this point was just a bonus. The icing on the cake as it were.

If Bill could see me now, he wouldn't recognise me.

The same person he had run errands, an enforcer he liked to call me. A person who was so consumed with anger that he could only love those who helped him out; I had one friend before the fall.

My wife.

She lay in the bedroom, I tried to convince her that sunrises were nice but for now she wasn't prepared to wake up this early.

I will admit though I am only up this early because I am anxious about meeting Bill again...