This Isn't Goodbye, It's See You Later

Well, I just took my last stroll around town before heading home in the morning. It was bittersweet to wander around some of my favorite haunts, and I got myself into 'last' mode. Awww, this is my last time at the farmer's market. My last time on Grafton Street. Last time at my LYS (Local Yarn Store, for those in the know). But by the time I had made my way to the gates of St. Stephen's Green, something inside had shifted. I found I didn't need to see it. The memories I have of it are there, they are not going away any time soon. I looked at the gate, at the people milling around and the cars waiting for their turn to drive. I could just barely see the little bridge from where I stood, the little pond with birds and excited children and yapping dogs. I saw people sitting on benches and blankets, walking in pairs and groups and alone. I stood and looked and let the people buffet me gently from side to side in their hurry to go about their days. Then, without another glance, I turned and walked away.