Last Hours

Goodbye.

The final hours of daylight twinkle across the river in golden ribbons. The air hangs still and quiet and heavy.

Last nite, I said goodbye to the sky. I took a final stroll out the south window into the galaxy. I waved at the Southern Cross and the Saucepan. I smiled at the long arms of the Milky as she stretched her arms across the heavens slowly pulling the clouds with her. These stars will be here when I come back, but will I?

A journey across the globe is about to begin and surely the sights, sounds and taste of far off countries will embrace me, shape me, change me.

I have said as many goodbyes as I can. Perhaps you were in luck and our paths crossed once more. Perhaps time eluded me and we will share this page and journey from afar. Perhaps, new levels and friendships will growth through messenging, email and a smile.

The journey is never over and ours is about to begin ...