Waking Sleeping Dragons.

Standing on the precipice. Ready, or not quite, for the plunge, the next step, the leap into the unknown the abyss, the known abyss. Years of preparation for this moment and moments of thought and the a sporadic rash decision... that is the culmination of a life ... and there are the consequences, there below in little shards, scattered on the beach below in and amongst the rocks. In mid-breath, the rumble of future ramifications and then it is done, no turning back-- it has begun and ended in the same moment. Will the world shake?