Sadness

It is a joy to be able to travel so freely and wonderfully at this moment of my life.  

Yet, for every joy, surely there must also be sorrow.  Friends, lovers, cities great and small, towns quaint and cold, days hot and humid, wet and grey.  They all pass.   The goodbyes are as inexorable  and as many as the hellos.  As I prepare for the road yet again, sadness wells.   

As surely as the sun rises, it will set.   As surely as two souls intertwine in a blaze of blue sky and golden sun light, just as surely the dusk shall fall, the sky will grow dark, and the last rays will sparkle as one's fingers tips slip out of the other's hand.