à bientôt
For there will never be the last of anything that has been made to last — the last dance, last walk, thought, gust of wind, drop of rain, last laugh, last breath.
I adored watching the millions of scattered sparkles as they glimmered across the bay — the sun shined and warmed my skin. I’d taken a moment to truly sit and watch as they danced indefinitely. My body filled of pure joy and for once, my heart was full.
There’s an elderly man, Bill, some call Mr. Jones, that has the spirit of a young lad — quick witted and enjoys a good laugh.
I’d see him every time I gave into my cravings of an almond croissant and plain drip coffee. The last time I saw him was akin to the first…he invited me to sit with him, and over the course of an hour and a half, we laughed and spoke over several cups of coffee. I never saw him as I did this day; as if meeting someone for the first time.
He’s always wearing leather and a wide brimmed hat.
My favorite moment was when he noticed how chaotic of an eater I can be.
“You like that almond croissant there?”
I demolished it, I assured, as a deadened croissant laid before me.
He chuckled, “Well, you’d better finish it!”
As I did.
I’m not the fondest of others watching me eat, but with him, I didn’t mind because he didn’t make me feel like an animal in the petting zoo as I usually do. Perhaps we should hold more people in our lives that adore our imperfect tendencies.
People often strive too excessively towards perfection, with themselves and searching for it in others …I’m thankful for my new friend in BC.
On walks, I’d obtain a sudden wave of fear fill me the moment a seagull soared overhead. A moment of riveting terror in which I never knew when I’d be the lucky target; I’d hold my breath every time.
The vibrancy of countless flowers scattered gave me courage to continue on in the same manner — vigorously and unapologetically.
I’ve sat and glared at the building, the one that pulled me to this city as if a magnet; I almost cried.
I was here, I have withered, I have grown, I have lived a dream, authentically, in a way that though these moments be slipping between my fingers right before my eyes, they will never feel as though they were the last; for I have made them last internally for an eternity.
