The end of one phase, the start of the other.

Here we stand.
A month before the beginning of the end.
For some, the end of this hellish phase.
For others, a breather craved before the next race.

As our bodies tire and our spirit falter.
It is essential that we remember.
We are the heroes of our respective lives
Writing our histories with each passing moment.

It's oft mentioned that history is written by the victors.
Let us rally and let us fight.
For its this lap that matters most.
To do all we can and not regret.