I’m afraid I might be leaving mine here.
Or maybe under this tree…
Of course there are the flowers…
Can’t think of this place and not think about flowers.
I think I might be sitting over in Georgia late one afternoon and think about these guys too…
Or wish I could take a run along this path.
Why is it you take for granted places you love. You say, “eh, not today….maybe tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow.”
But sometimes there isn’t.
Now that I think about it… we do the same thing with people we love. Don’t we? We always think we have tomorrow.
Sometimes we don’t.
Maybe there’s a lesson here.
And maybe it’s about something much more important and greater than moving.