On a sadder note, we shared our last meal with the Tilkers last night, and despite everyone’s best efforts, an air of sadness and fatigue prevailed as the reality of their move hit us all. There were no dry eyes when we said our final goodbyes at the front gate.
The muse’s leave of absence (which actually started several weeks ago) doesn’t concern me; experience tells me they will return. In the meantime I intend to embrace this bit of sadness and find some comfort in knowing that it will soon shepherd in a new day.
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2 comments:
The tide will rise, the flowers will bloom, and the birds will sing. As you have said...life is like that.
If I was there I would give you a hug.
You are such an eloquent man.
I'm sure Patience will share on of her Sky Bars with you!
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