To start at the beginning, or the end?
I have decided to begin at the end.
Though it is not truly the end… only the end of my sojourn in Florida.
May 20, 2017
Taking my last turn around the yard – remembering the days in the first week that I came – finding a place for St. Francis (statue) –
Now as I prepare to go – putting things back in their original places – the chairs that we sat on… I sat on –
looking for a last time at the flowers of the day, little white stars look up at me from the ground, the first I have seen of those –
taking a lone fallen blossom to adorn the waters of the bird bath,
seeing the baby mourning dove once again, who shows no fear of me, but treats me like a friend.
There is always a sadness that accompanies the leaving, even as I hear the call of the train.
I hope that I leave behind happiness of my having come; and been.