I am so used to waking up in the morning here, it will seem strange not to. All the now familiar sights and sounds will become part of my personal history. Instantly. I am having a hard time believing this present existence will end as soon as the wheels of the Thai Air jet leave the runway. Will I pine for quiet days in Minuwangoda such as today? Will I miss a day such as this when the temperature has been perfect and the sky deep blue, a day on which I had no responsibilities or obligations, a day I felt only the natural rhythm of life?
I am feeling the impending loss. I shall run right this minute to take an evening photo from the front driveway. I am wondering if this will be able to hold a little of this day captive for use at some time in the future.