Daily walks, catch-up talks, family and friends nurturing again the empty spaces left dormant during their absence – during my absence. Changes observed, worried over, laughed and wondered at. Plans shared, hopes and wishes and dreams revealed. A few surprises, familiar comforts, pleasure taken in all the simple acts, day by day with gratitude.
And then back to the City of Light where the sky shines just as bright and blue as it did in Annapolis and the same moon rises over the nearby church. The obvious similarities end there … French graffiti tells a tale in every quarter of the city, a poet who sets up on the street beside the Pompidou will write a poem just for you, the architecture, the details of beautiful Paris, music everywhere . . .
And, of course, the best reason of all for leaving the home I love: