I walk on now, along the damp sand, leaving a path of solitary footprints. The raindrops keep me company until the sky forgets the rain and reveals a new countenance, a softer grey with a promise of clarity. Soon a ray breaks through, then another, and I witness the inevitable light after the storm. The sun shines, inching toward the ocean, and casts a warm glow on the close of day.
Then I turn, stepping in my fresh footprints, heading back to Courtney’s house. Even though I’m not ready to accept the changes in my life, I need to face them. In a little over a week, I’ll have a new address, so this is not the time to walk slowly in the past, but a chance to turn toward the future…and run.
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