The last days of summer are coming to an end. The leaves are turning and my dark bruises are healing. Sometimes finality is something I have to cook up on my own: a pinch of sadness and a whole lot of gratitude. I’m content. I know I have done everything I’ve wanted to do here. I’ve said everything I wanted to say. I left no stones unturned. I could always stay longer but that’s not the point. I lived here and I fell in love here. None of this would have happened without you. I’m thankful for the beautiful city and the people of
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Closure
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment