Last Days

Winter’s Eve,
My life here is packed away
The hour of departure is upon me
I’m overcome with reflection, emotion, serenely tearful
The fact I’m leaving is absolute, but surreal
I have been thinking
How once I’ve gone
Snow will fall
A white blanket will cover
Where I have discovered, explored
The footprints my curious feet did tread
Many final moments of mine have already been snowed on
Ending in a brief hailstorm before I left to the airport
Physical symbols of my departure
Closure of my Berlin chapter



As the snow fell I realised this would be the last time I rode Shadowfax. So, I cycled around in the freezing snow stopping every so often to appreciate a sentimental moment.


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