“She refused to say goodbye, It had a finality. A brutality. It was a point of reference. It had the power to define what was before it and all that came after. So she found a way to say goodbye, framed within a eulogy to friendship. After all, memories are meant to keep one warm, make one smile and soften the ragged edges. Or do they?
Suddenly, the uncertainty caught her off guard. She shivered. Facing the monstrous truth, her face crumbled.
She was child again.”
The above is an excerpt I wrote during an impromptu exercise. It had special relevance to a moment in my life. (I now realise, when put into perspective, yes, a moment of one’s life).
Since that point of reference, the sentiments in the excerpt reflect my feelings at sunset each day. It’s an ambivalent moment for me.
Like a child with a toy, I’m always reluctant to let go, even though I know dawn will start the cycle again.
Until next time
a dawn bird