Ready to leave, with her bag of goodies in hand, the ancient matron grasps the rail into the underground.
Frowning, she seems resigned to this trip into the nether regions of Australia.
Uncertain about what she will find there, it could be a revelation, or a horror.
Behind her stands the sign indicating a departure point. There is no reception point. Only leaving is facilitated here.
So, grasping the present moment in her right hand, leaving what's past behind her, she pushes forward resolutely, lingering only briefly to capture a fleeting gray thought.
Sending it forward before her descent, perhaps it will guardian her safely through the labyrinthine darkness that awaits.
Writing by Regina Stemberger