Migratory patterns and a change of heart.

Once you see something for what it is, there's no unseeing it.

You can no longer fall back to a place of ignorance.

There's only the residual pain of losing something that was once deemed important.

To step back is to betray everything for which you staunchly defend.

To look back without feeling any strong attachment is to experience the first ray of wisdom.

You trust the crows to scatter your thoughts into the ethereal skies as a new radiant dawn approaches.