|PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr|
To go on a journey you have to leave a place behind.
Hark back to the station at the start of a trip. Hands held, promises made, bound by common memories and yet you have to go.
Fly away said the bird to the chick, flap your wings hard, soar and succeed. The eyes that watched you grow, the hands that moulded you, are now setting you free.
You embrace that freedom. You follow the tracks, find new paths, the tracks diverge, merge, cross bridges and you hang on for the ride.
Yet you return. Love always brings you back.