Wednesday, January 30, 2008
It was nice knowing you
Images of the trip still linger in my mind as I work through the photos I took for my scrapbook. I saw such amazing sights and felt as good as I have ever felt, each day waking up to a new day and wondering about the adventures I was yet to experience. I felt like a different person, a stranger.
V asked me, is that because you were busy with activities, or is it because you were away from your normal environment?
Both, I said. Both.
It was the combination that invited this stranger into my life, however brief it was.
Now reality is settling in. I'm back to the daily grind of work. The stranger has gone, leaving me with fading memories of the strangeness she brought with her, the occasional whiff of her perfume. I miss her already.
All I have are the photos as evidence that she was ever here at all.