Half Way There

 I walk down the street, in my new blue jeans.With a warm winter jacket on my back. There's snow on the ground, and it is soft but also crunch under my heavy boots. I wait at the broken stop sign, look both ways and cross the street. Hoping that my decision to cross that street in this crazy blizzard, where no one can see a thing, was the right one. Hoping that I would make it to the other side. Waiting to see the sidewalk under my feet, and see that I was indeed right. But so far I am only half way there.