In my memories, I see you there on the horizon, disappearing into sunrise, a fresh, crisp day.
A bird heralds the dawn, singing your farewell. Golden light bursts through distant clouds. Grass carpets the ground beneath our feet. A long, cresting breeze builds and blows off the lake surface, lifting your hair into messy, charming wisps around your face.
You hate goodbyes. Me too. Instead, we say “See you later.” Maybe.
Either way, I wish you joy wherever the road leads next. May your next stop bring you joy. And, the next. And, the next.
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This gorgeous prompt from Rochelle and Bradley made me think so many nostalgic thoughts. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!
Anne Higa 
I absolutely love that first line
You make the thought of parting beautiful with this story. The imagery is marvellous and I love every word.
There is nothing sweeter than a pleasant parting — unless it is a pleasant reunion. A light-bearing tale and an enjoyable read.
Lovely. Great descriptions of the scene and the emotions. 🙂
Dear Anne,
So much written between the lines. Without the photo prompt I would still see the scene. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Parting is such sweet sorrow. A tender tale Anne.
This is sort of sad but when my husband went in for surgery (yes, he did pass during it) I said goodbye and the nurse said “Not goodbye, just see you later”. Its weird how I live with that. I don’t necessarily think either of us was in the wrong. I think we set ourselves up when we do stuff like this.
I am so sorry for your loss.
❤️
So rich with lovely description, this story. The beloved messy, wispy hair. The see you later rather than goodbye. A tender piece.
Beautifully described.
beautiful imagery. thanks for stopping by on my blog
So beautifully written, Anne.