Where go the boats?

Yet again another crossroads.

I find myself in another junction. Although different, I feel like it's deja vu.

Life. I'm here again. I can feel the restlessness enveloping me, as I ask myself the all-too familiar "quo vadis" question.

So where to now, brown cow?

I do welcome this restless feeling, though. It's quite disturbing, but it's always the advent of good changes for me. It is a sign of better things to come.

Tomorrow, as I head out to Sri Lanka for a series of meetings, I'm hoping I can have a window of opportunity to think things through.

So where to now, April?

What next?