today is thursday. the week seems to have flown by. tomorrow is the master sergeant’s last day in my home town.
i find i am pensive. it is odd, i had not thought i would be. i suppose that will sound strange. it is not so much a sense of loss, for there is nothing being lost. rather, a sense of ache for the passing of time itself, and a thought for the odd manner in which these last days have seemed to be much longer than the hours contained in them.
he and i have spoken of it, laughed for it, really. how an evening has seemed like a week, in the very best of possible ways.
but, for all that is the case, time does pass, as do all things, and tomorrow will come… and he will return to his home and i will remain here.
i will miss his presence, the wonder and beauty of all things contained in it, of him.
stranger still, i smile for it.
i smile for the delight of this time, and for all the things i have found of him in it, and for the sharing, caring, and tenderness of this time together.
i smile for how i will miss him. and i smile for the truth of how impermanence itself births a beautiful thing… for this ache is beautiful, indicator not of ending, but of the reality that is ongoing connection and a passive presence in mind that is no less delightful than the active presence in which i have this week basked and taken and given so much joy.
it is certain i will write so much more than this. eventually. but, for now, simply to note and nod to impermanence, to what is, and to the pure joy found in both, without need of anything more than what is.
truly, a beautiful and delicate thing.