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.
This gorgeous prompt from Rochelle and Bradley made me think so many nostalgic thoughts. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again!