Bereft

In 23 hours I make my last trip to London for this season, and by the time I come back again, everything will be different. It is truly an end. I thought I have had quite some ends so far, and somewhat before my time, but this end will be the hardest yet. 

The thing about standing at the threshold is that you see so clearly what it is that you’re about to leave behind, but whatever is ahead is completely uncertain — it takes a lot of faith to try to believe that it might be happy, bright, or like what is in the past, at least in terms of the comfort one might find. But it is a leap in the dark. 

Yet there is also something that abides. Something that endures, that morphs, but the very essence of which is strong, bold, deep, and never before seen (and perhaps never again too). We’ve been so very lucky, love.