The plan is made with high aspiration the night before, with great high enthusiasm. Alarm sounds, bringing realily back in a nasty wakening blow. A look through the window, confirms my expectation of darkness. As warned a thick fog covers every square milimlietre from land to sky, thick enough to knit a selection. The sound of flowing water still evident, as it had been every other fighting second through the night. The fighting of a mind of thoughts, excitement of what might become. Clothing placed over skin to create essentail insulation, warming body and soul ready for attack. A morning ritual of fiffffteeeen, sixttteeeeeeen, seventeeeeeeeeen, eighteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen, nineteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen and finaly TWENTY! This is my time, this is my drug so you'l never hear me complain. 

Life has began.