Darkness all around, wind pushing me back, rain spitting in my face like an angry fishwife. I trudge, slouched, through the night.
Clockwise, ever clockwise, no end in sight to footsteps, through desolation forbidding, unwelcome at every side.
Crest of hill approaching, wind gathers for final torment. At last my goal appears, light through darkness beckons.
Warmth and Hearth do tempt me, final energy expending, comfounded, I do stand before a fence blocked road.
Within sight of surcease, unwilling to turn back, full circle body rejects with every fibre quelling.
Gap is found through fencing, hope springs new within me. Building site now confronts me in being of angry guard.
Wants to know my purpose, how I came here striving. Adamant on returning me from whence I came.
Pleading, hoping, begging, please to show me path, my feet will follow to my goal, without that dread return.
Finally compassion blossoms, realising no threat in fatgeek, lets me through the turnstile, on my way I go.
Finally entering hotel, nights adventures past me. receding into memory, my bed and warmth ahead.