December 31, 2015
After a December of record-breaking rain, the year ends in sunshine and we go walking on the beach. Something gentle for both of us who are still not 100 percent. He doesn't have to remind me how I will miss this. And the green daffodil shoots gamely heading upwards through the soil in the balcony planters. Everything is becoming more meaningful and dare I say poignant: I find myself already beginning to distance myself, preparing to take my leave. It doesn't feel like going "back" or even going "home". In fact, it most likely will be something completely different.