The
morning of the last day. There's still the evening to go, still time
for good-byes, pictures, and email address exchanges. The morning of
the last day where there's still time to partake, to share, to enjoy
before the present is swallowed up into memory centers of the brain,
and where recall will eventually, sadly, undoubtedly, degrade from
specifics to vagaries. (And you are?) Of course bittersweet endings
are nothing new. They are the stuff of beauteous heartbreak in the
shared experience of humankind. Yes, "parting is all we know of
heaven, all we need of hell" and Yes, "we'll alway have
Paris".(She
turns into the fog, camera rolls back, visual field becomes blurred,
changing from gray to black. Poof. "Au
revoir mon cher"
is whispered before the credits roll.)
