Monday, September 12, 2016

an early start

This was the end of my parents' street this morning, through the rear window of the cab: barely dawn. It's never easy to leave - or rather, each time it gets harder, because I never quite know how I'll find things when I'm back next, even if there's just a couple of months between visits.  There's no point, of course, in dwelling on this - but such thoughts have a nasty habit of swiping me sideways somewhere over the mid-Atlantic.

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