I breeze past the woman straining to hoist the baby onto her back, weighing whether it makes sense to stop and help.
She’ll be fine
And as I catch a glimpse of her in my rear view, doing just that.
I remember Rhino and Elephant, gently snuggling them in, at different times, to the baby carrier, preparing to hike
It feels so undeniably fresh
I am Right. There. Now. In my mind.
And I have a moment of realization
we’ll never do that again
And it is sad
And so, I know that I must write about it
And so, here I am.
For the 31st time this past 31 days. Today with a sense of finality. And affirmation, that what we have done here is packaged up and presented tiny gifts to our future selves.
I know I’ll be back
Perhaps as a curious observer to my history, perhaps as host.
Most likely as both.
A spectator to my past self, an inspiration to future.
J pointed out, early in this journey, to keep a key question in mind.
who are you writing for
And while at its heart, I know it’s been me
It’s been nice to have company along the way