She and I both know it: the time grows nearer when we have to move on. I mean, hell, we've known it for so long that the fact we are still there says something about the difficulty: pulled to find a way to stay and overwhelmed by that prospect.We had a fantasy, the fulfillment for which we were unprepared. It wasn't the hard work, no, it was the old saw coming to fruition, similar to the warning surrounding a description of village as 'quaint'.
And now there are minstrels six stories below our open hotel window: an accordian, a mandolin, various subtle percussion and vocals more sandy than sweet. I have never heard such a rendition of "I'll Fly Away," oh glory. Last night we witnessed an 'anti-prom' parade of costumed folks, largely a sci-fi feel, and a ten-foot tall bicycle cruising the streets at midnight. Today I had the penultimate long john doughnut topped with maple frosting and two strips of bacon.
I saw a non-Carharrt shirt that I must have. It would be perfect for later. Wherever.
Whether in the country or the city, clothes don't necessarily last a lifetime, although the reasons might be somewhat different.