An overcast day greeted me for my last few hours on Lake Bonaparte. I still wanted to spend a few minutes at the dock, sitting quietly, contemplating, watching. This is my goodbye ritual, and it will never change.
This time, the "real world" pushed into my thoughts--Fernando's continued search for employment, our finances running out, healthcare issues (good ol' state of Illinois--'nuff said)... It was all there waiting for me. I turned those thoughts aside for a few more minutes, because I had to look out from the dock, watch, and remember the scene.
The sun peeked out momentarily, then was gone. I didn't know when I'd be back to see this sight. I still don't know today (I'm posting this in October!). At the time, it was quite possibly my last time in a real long time. So I continued to sit.
And then I began the journey home.
Back to life,
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