A Taste of Finality

Samain                                                                                  Moving Moon

Another day of packing but this one. Is different. It has that taste of finality. The things that I had waited to pack, waited until the last minute, all of those are in boxes except this computer and its accessories like the printer.

That’s not to say the room is empty. The file cabinet is still here, a bookcase tall and two bookcases short, a cabinet with glass doors, two desks and the disassembled IKEA shelving, a chair, a rug. There are, too, documents related to finishing up a book for the new owners, various papers about Black Mountain Drive, my laptop and its accessories.

But, if you came in here now you would know the current resident was on his way out.

Headed, he might say if asked, to the mountains.